Momento

Sometimes in the middle of the night
I let my darkest part come alive
which bears scars, so dark, deep and wide
still far from any healing light

Sometimes I crave for such sadistic delights
that no human would ever meet me eye to eye

And those hopes that I hide, behind my mocking smile
And those temptations I deny, behind the veil of godly guys
are such so simple, and still a complex device

Sometimes in the middle of the night
when people are snoring, hoping for a better life
I slip off my happy mask
letting the ugly face, come back from the hide.

These are my moments, would you like to tell me yours?