Fallen –beneath the shadows, to where the dark shines bright. Headed to the gallows in the quiet of night. Chained tight.
  So what’s the fame like? It comes with the name. Unlesss it’s infamy… then it comes from the pain.
   Blatantly insane? Yet it’s strange how they say that the distance from ‘genius’, is like the width of a grain.
   Reasoning seems seamless.
   Chase the sadness away, with a meaning –and a belief in bliss –for the evening and a brightening day. Dream of when the frightening place starts to fade, and start to face all the things that still stand in the way.
   So, now you’re seeing things clearer. Beneath the shadows, on grounds hallowed, the time draws nearer.
   The executioner appears. At this point, it’s not that you care, but you could swear that his mask works just like a mirror.