Cynical

I look around,
And see the fake smiles,
People toss around.

Life is a damn masquerade,          
It is people lying and hiding,
Behind their own masks.

Only steel can break them,
Not just steel,
But the steel.

I often dream of the steel.
The cold, smooth,
Sharpened steel.

The luring steel.
The steel that lies,
The steel frees.

The steel breaking,
My hideous facade,
Thats damning me to hell.

These masks made of stone,
That never gives way,
Are worn by all.

But one day,
Every mask shall shatter,
By the steel.

Be it by,
Gods holy sword,
Or Satans corrupt dagger.

And on that day,
We will all see,
No one knows the real you or me.