Fairytale pantomime master of comedy, drama and rhyme. We're all jesters with black and red masks and diamond patterns on corsets and slacks. So far away. We stand nose to nose, toe to toe but we don't change. We still masquerade. Twirling 'round in spirals like the locks of your hair my perceptions mishapen. Figures that we need to hide the truth we're just mixtures of layers of wrong and right. I don't recognise this narcissistic smile; she's me but she's a stranger. Suspend our beliefs let it slip, let it slide underneath– we stride the sea of lies. In this waltz we call love, where's the sweet harmony the others speak of? When we first dance we're all clumsy fools; we laugh at our miss-steps and ignore all the rules. Then someone falls from grace. We shrug nonchalant and walk away, hope memories fade and we masquerade. Twirling 'round in spirals like the locks of your hair; my perceptions... – been mistaken. Figures that you'd want to hide the truth you're a mixture of layers of wrong and right. Just wanna be numb don't wanna succumb to this vertigo sensation. Suspend our beliefs Let it sink, let it burrow beneath, let it deeper than skin deep. Where no one can take you. I'm sordid and lovely on the surface only Mary goes round the merry-go-round living life outside– stare down the loaded pistol roulette swallow it whole, a typicallette. This fairytale, this Pantomime– we're masters of comedy, drama and rhyme. And after all we're only creatures. How much of it was smoke and mirrors? And we masquerade.