• A black silhouette, masked in pale moonlight
    glitters off the lake, escaping into the night
    her beauty purged, on a mans ecstasy
    her I lay, wondering if she has everything.

    Does she miss her love, when he isn't home
    is her heart whole, or is she made of all bone
    every night is he out late, as she sleeps alone
    is she really happy, in her aging insanity.

    A black silhouette, her rose long wilted
    as she sits on her bed, tears flowing
    masked in the beauty, of her lovers ecstasy
    is she happy, that is a mystery.