and everyday was another masquerade parade
She complained, complained to sarah about the people, about those those who parade in a masquerade those who bore scaly skins those who made the world, a colder place and sarah understood she knew about this long ago that's why she avoided the paraders. she wanted these thoughts to end not the thoughts of hers or melissabut the thought of those, those peopleThere were no known words to sarah to describe these people No proper words because everything they do would be taken to the extreme, and all they needed would be a leader and the rest would follow follow suit and in the end a word known as a 'clique'is formed. extremist that's what people would call them and it goes overboard until the word hatred blossoms into fruits and the followers slowly leave them realising they have been used used and manipulated people who wears masks yes that was them a masquerade parade 'two-faced' sarah called them 'Liars' other's called but mainly annoying Like puppeters, they controled Like clouds they control Like the above they control but their regime would be short sarah knew she knew that everything was yet another viscous cycle unless someone breaks out stops the cycle and the cycle no longer exists another masquerade parade another masquerade parade another masquerade parade
another masquerade parade everyday was another masquerade parade
another facist
another lie
another rose painted black
another pretense
another scarred face
another coating
another masquerade
another masquerade
Ok i presume that this is not really good. well my barain ain't functioning nowSo pardon the lack of deepness
Labels: Another day thinking