Title: Masquerade
They greet shoulder to shoulder,
smiles wide but eyes devoid of emotion.
They gather at the dinner table,
planning a grand feast, lighting candles—
Only to blow them out as they
Title: Masquerade
They greet shoulder to shoulder,
smiles wide but eyes devoid of emotion.
They gather at the dinner table,
planning a grand feast, lighting candles—
Only to blow them out as they bid farewell.
A man, eager to share his small world with someone,
Unaware that it will be burned to the ground.
The cost of trusting too much.
And when all is lost, he’ll be left with nothing but grey ashes,
Slipping like dust through his fingers,
Carried away by the wind,
Never to return.
– SQ.
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