Mask, Sonnet Poem

[Verse 1] Boring through the eyes of the man in the mirror And seeing right through his mask of laughter Fake smiles, broken hearts, all just tears of a clown Behind his glowing masquerade is a dripping gloom frown I can only see his faults, his sins, everything he wronged Because all his joy and morality are so far gone But I feel for him, I understand this fellow’s pain Trust down at his feet, suffering a hate he can’t contain Seasons are no more, he walks in rain, all the same While misery chips him away, driving him completely insane His hands itching to act, head spilling with suicidal thoughts Heavy decisive shots, drunken shots, and deadly shots Rest in peace my dear friend, but no need for farewells For I will follow you till the end, wherever you might dwell