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The world loses it’s light
When the sun goes to sleep
And the wolves come out to play
With our cubs they nip and creep
Yet we rejoice in it’s loss
Every night and dawn
As though embracing the darkness
Does not entail anything to be mourned
Funny then how we avoid the people
We point out to be vizards
Standing on our high horses
Justifying with our double standards
In my darkest I excel
Yet I shroud myself in light so the false heart cannot tell
For if I die in this heaven of hell
Who would offer to die along with me as well?
We only believe in the falls that are the prettiest, choosing to shun those that scream the loudest. If those that bare their secrets while the rest of us participate in the masquerade are the most genuine faces, why then do we not celebrate their darker souls? Hypocritical, aren’t we?
” She had blue skin,
And so did he.
He kept it hid
And so did she.
They searched for blue
Their whole life through,
Then passed right by-
And never knew. ”
– Every Thing on It, Shel Silverstein