part of the reason we are so alive,
we carry our masks around on,
every day living our own new lie,
every night crying dreams and fears out
speaking short, torn words
leaving nowhere land,
followed by no-one
left in the 31st day,
and the 1st
as the celebration of the lies written in the wall,
happyness of being able to wear a custome,
in the eye of everyone
true beauty doesnt lie in the eye of the beholder.
but neither halloween's costume reveals it.
well hello ladies, ur place or mine? ok.. that was lame. interesting thought though.... hehehe. i like it. the mood reminds me of the cover of jane's addiction's 'nothing shocking' - this has the same non-challance.