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.