Furtive Monologue

This in-audible voice has flattered my ears

An unreal sound of distress, a sensation that aroused my being

This moment was all yours but the pleasure was all mine

All the weight I've been carrying vanished for a valuable instant.

One day when this curtain will fall

Masks will be shattered.

Your eyes silently scream astonishing grief

The satisfaction I devour is not retribution

Your sorrow's my devotion

I'll be rewarded with your degradation

Nourished by bitter passions,

My hunger for human deprivation will be quenched

No retribution

Your sorrow's my devotion.

A furtive monologue.

This unspoiled opus wasn't meant to persist eternally

Masks and disguises returned to their relevant closets

This theatrical masquerade will be lead

to its irrevocable ending.

One day or another,

One day when this curtain will fall

Masks will be shattered.