Little girl in a grown up gown

(Written for Missy's Masquerade comp)  
 
“Here too it’s masquerade, I find:  As everywhere, the dance of mind. I grasped a lovely masked procession, And caught things from a horror show… I’d gladly settle for a false impression, If it would last a little longer, though.” - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe  
 
 
Little girl in a grown up gown  
all the world’s a masquerade  
a fairy tale fantasy brought to life  
from the tortured depths of your lonely imagination  
 
Five pence admittance to the masked horror show  
and all the freaks of a nightmare circus  
where stripper clown offer bare flesh to one eyed monsters  
and mermaids drown in the feathered air  
for the glory of three minutes mortal life  
 
Cherry virgins on my salted lips  
lighting clover cigarettes at a lime tequila oasis  
crushed pills on a gold laced glass  
watch with eyes wide open  
the debauchery you could never lay down the words for  
 
Take my hand and we’ll dance among the ghost procession  
waltzing our way to the end of the line  
in the bittersweet ecstasy of sinful promises  
broken at stroke of midnight  
as the clouds crumble under the silver rain  
of eternal sadness and unrequited love  
crushed cherries slipping into the misted earth  
 
Don’t you know it’s all a dream, you can wake up any time  
   
Little girl in a grown up gown  
all the world’s a masquerade  
a fairy tale fantasy brought to life  
from the tortured depths of your lonely imagination  
 
Kiss my lips, tonight’s the night to end it all  
and slip between the veil of life and death  
for a taste of the other side  
where we’ll float together  
beautiful and young  
singing hymns to lonely hearts  
calling them down to our sullied depths  
where all the world’s a masquerade  
 
© Indie Adams 2013