Diseased In The Brain

I have come to realize that I'm not myself. This life and this lie I have lived in this shell to do so, has gone on far enough. But...sadly, I cannot leave this lie. I cannot. For you see, I have something wrong with me. Something...so...horrid in my skull..that it buzzes. Like flies to carcass, and for that, I find my siutation of being behind this MASQUE, a funny one. Life and Lies go hand in hand in this little Masquerade...I like to call my soul.

I, Einblick, have the disease. The illness we all like to call ADDICTION. And with this addiction of the lies and the flesh...and the life of a addict, I have made a mask. so pure and so filthy are the paints I've used to create this lovely little mask...

It hides my bright grey eyes. So clear as a piece of quartz....and my lips, so red like that of the rose on the thorn bush. It hides my skin, milky and white....and the scars I keep thereof.

Please, though, dear Reader...not be mistaken by my little charade. You are in this dance too. This MASQUERADE PARTY as the mortals call it now. Ah, it sends shivers up my spine....to know that I'm not the only one who..."plays" in this lovely little dramatic comedy.

Ha, ha, HA.

Then again....I cannot take my mask off...it's glued to my face. You cannot read me, for I'm behind such a pathetic play of emotion...

Just.

Like.

You.