A daily task
Playing this game called identity charades
Everything you had and were quickly fades
I will play the part
No matter the quivering, broken heart
Dancing under the moonlight
Back and forth without a fight
I am worthless as can be
Therefore a slave is me
Venom of nightmares engulf like a sea
Flames of demons are all I can see
Black, the absence of color
My mask, my identity
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