How did I sleep so well,

In the weekend of nothingness,

Surrounded only by my own cries,

Than abandoned me,
When I need it most,

As I make my way back into,

This ruthless world,

Singing the songs of others,

Just to have a place,

To lay my head down, to call my own,

It’s a mad joke,

A broken game of chess,

There is no queen,

In the masquerade…

~ by jbritt