Through the Mask is Blue

My face is masked by the moonlit night
So my words are pools of mystic incite
The anonymous mask with no true name
Imagination sparks the fuel of my fame

Twisted hopes on ropes of rapture
Hidden in my pen's conviction
I see your soul is mine to capture
So now I'll feed you your addiction

A fiend of scripture hangs a picture
A zombie of lyrics while no one else hears it
It rings in your head with a dread that I've said
Sprawled upon pages that rages for ages

A tempest of color that dance in your eyes
A monsoon of emotion that signals demise
A blizzard of sounds all around the sky
A storm that's worn you until you cry

My name is a game that has no fame
My mask is a casket that holds the true claim
But through the eyes you can my disguise
Is nothing but blue mirrors that carry the prize