Adorn me with my mask
Face this porcelain shroud
Retreat from myself, to my dusk
Do I make you proud?

Walking the sheets of thin ice
The shattering glass that you made
Retreat to my tightrope, I'm walking
Shall I make the trade?

Feeling the bondage of freedom
Take this hell-coupled child
Retreat to my agony, oppressing
Will I ever be mild?

Forcing my innocence; jaded
See the tainted and soiled
Retreat to my drug, my feeling
Are all your dreams now spoiled?

Playing my cards of irony
Wake to reality, girl!
Retreat to my hatred, I'm seething
Is that my own scarlet pearls?

~Aliana~

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Ero, in the year 340 AF.