I want to
know why
my heart
rings like
church
bells?

I want to
know why he
makes me
laugh like a
little child

I want to
know why
the swords
scar my
ribs like a
poison?

I want to
know why
my crushing
is my
adreline?

I want to
know the
demons
that are
living within
us?

I want to
know where
my mother
is?

I want to
know why
he stole my
heart like
clock work?

I want
to know
if there's
poison
rushing
my veins

But is my
tricks and
schemes
just behind
the mask
I parade
behind

While I
cross my
way to see
my father
not my mother

If my
heart
is not
for the
the taking
is my
soul?

If a
hand
digs in
the
crevices
of my
ribs what
will it
find?

The decaying
of poison and
evil?

I want to know
if he still see's me
hiding behind red
masks of the
masquerade