Exposed

It's only when the city sleeps,

And the orchestra lays down their instruments,

The tired dancers decide to rest,

And the ghosts and monsters remove their masks.

The facade will disappear,

As will the meaningless sound,

To be replaced with a silence

Loudly vibrating from a speaker

Originating from within.

Left with only ourselves,

And the lies we served to the infinite void,

They echo inside the dome

We are unable to abandon.

Our arms stretch

Trying to wash away

The growing venom soaked into our clothes,

Frantic it ceases to stain your skin,

Only to find the clock already struck.

We lay in bed stripped down,

Restless,

Or still as a statue,

Isolated from our blissful distractions,

When the city sleeps at night.