In the darkness the children are screaming,
At the carnival of the masquerade.
With the grimaces and their color grayed,
Their appearances aren’t really pleasing.
Masked monsters all appear with a gleaming,
Then dim out into the night, thus they fade.
Leave us perplexed about the truth yet strayed,
Nothing persuades me that I’m not daydreaming.
I see your doubts about this fantasy,
But the fear in your eyes were plain and real,
The hands I held were frozen and trembled.
That turned the horrors into vanity,
I am only sure about how I feel,
Bet you feel the same for this, I gambled.