Furtive Monologue

This inaudible voice has flattered my ears
An unreal sound of distress, a sensation that aroused my being
This moment was all yours but the pleasure was all mine
All the weight I’ve been carrying
Vanished for a valuable instant
All the weight I’ve been carrying
Vanished for a valuable instant
One day when this curtain will fall
Masks will be shattered
Your eyes silently scream astonishing grief
The satisfaction I devour is not
Retribution, your sorrow’s my devotion
I’ll be rewarded with your degradation
Nourished by bitter passions
My hunger for human deprivation will be quenched
No retribution, your sorrow’s my devotion
A furtive monologue
This unspoiled opus wasn’t meant to persist eternally
Masks and disguises returned to their relevant
Closets, this theatrical masquerade
Will be led to its irrevocable ending
One day or
Another
One day when
This curtain will fall
One day when
This curtain will fall
Masks will be shattered