Disguises

I promise you an end to tears

Till the last have dried

We can face each other in a host of brave disguises

A list of limits has been posted in your eyes

We can not defy them

You know how hard we tried

Once I played the game so hard, that players died

Suffered more from madness than a player realizes

I as queen of empty truths, you as king of lies

There is much in sadness, that a metaphor disguises

I don't mind to keep around some things you left behind

Room full of trinkets, with nothing left to hide

...But there are patterns cut so deep that they abide

I will not forget you, I am sure because I tried