~ La Maschera di Victì Maria, Madre del Vittimisma ~

~ La Maschera di Victì Maria, Madre del Vittimisma ~

Step right up. Step right in. See the trial where masks wear skin! Tonight’s attraction come and see! The Lady of Sorrows La Madre del Victim is me-

For the last time it’s Vittimisma

Very well… La Maschera di Maria Madre del VEE TEE-misma!!! HA HA HA!!!

Not a crown to wear

but a mask of despair A veiled glare

something stolen to share wishing for one to care wishing for one to dare with a duplicitous stare

a thorny bloody snare

Was her home a stable place Yes modest walls but firm embrace

Did she know both joy and strain She learned to dance through sun and rain

So why the endless sighs She swears misfortune veils her eyes

Type the tale her sorrows dressed a rescue staged at her behest

Was her kin both near and true One slipped away as shadows do

Did love remain to guard her side It swore to stay then turned to hide

Did the wound still bleed her years She nursed the pain but fed the tears

Mark it down the script is cast a loss embalmed made sure to last

Tell me sir is she truly so frail Or just rehearsed in her sorrow’s tale

Frail as her tale yet strong as Rupert’s glass A mirror that fractures when shadows pass

So every wound is earned you’d claim Not crafted art in sorrows name

Art or ache who can divide Each mask is truth when crimson tears are cried

A duel of tongues yet one refrain The victims crown is her mask of pain

You ask what sealed this twisted fate A single night one sly debate

And what was said to spark her cries Not truth but mirrors warped with lies

Then why defend her if untrue

Because her mask cursed me to wear it too

Her magic trick her finest art She paints him as a monster then rips out his heart

And so I fight attack defend Myself the foe from start to end

The curse is this her victim’s plea Has made ME her MASK HER enemy

So true so true my sorrow shows

So true so true the whole world knows

So true so true so true

So true so true my heart’s been torn

So true so true I wear her scorn And this damned mask I can’t ignore

So true so true so true

So true so true it proves me right

Unattainable unexplainable how she became so unavailable Unrelentable indestructible her wounds become commandments I must worship as Law

Does it shame you to bare your pain

To let the world watch every stain

Oh it hurts but makes me known

Each scars a stage built by his rage Each tear my throne whips him to the bone

So the sorrow lifts you higher A worse tomorrow is your husband’s pyre

If suffering speaks then let it sing My tragedy crowns me center ring

Unattainable unexplainable how she became so unavailable Unrelentable indestructible her wounds become commandments I must worship as…