Disguse

The windows are getting cloudy,
The rain is pouring down.
The radio is playing,
but it will not make a sound.

The volume is turned up louder,
Louder than ever before.
The scratches and the bruises,
Remind me of a war.

The drum is beating faster,
You're scaring me to death.
The twisted face you made,
As i took my one last breath.

The drum is beating slower,
As i look into your eyes.
I can see the mask you wear,
Is merely a disguise.