The Real You

Such bittersweet sorrows

At the alter of fate.

Mere mortals we stand

With nothing but flesh and bone as protection.

Nowhere to hide

Nowhere to run.

Did you have your fun?

Did you sell too much of your soul?

Where have you gone sweet child,

Where did you go?

Did you have your fill,

Are you finally content?

Such games should not be played

For the fire will eventually burn the hand of its creator.

Come home again

And be rid of this persona.

Love again

And live as you

From this point to the end.