by Sean Powers
December 26, 2003

Caught you with your mask off.

Saw you outside the masquerade.

You were crying.

And to some degree, dying.

I liked you then,

I like you now.

The only things that scares me is

What will be of tomorrow?

I see you reveled.

Your eyes are open.

Your heart is alive.

You are what has become of me,

And I will love you until I die.