Act 4

In which not only the mask dies
So as the year has spent the meaning
Of all the hopes – the bitter days
To learn the good within the griefing
To hope the best as I start to sink
Why did I have to leave my fears
Behind the hills of loneliness?
Why did I have to find her here
Who loved the black behind my mask?
Hand scratching this face – for christin and the days
Blood dripping on dust – for the love I have lost
My flesh and bones – for the fear and the moans
My life – my pain – to dream with her everyday
This angels voice that fell upon
My fading life my fading lies
Christine may you now mask
This dying naked soul of mine