A madman behind a mask,
he is a victim of his own facade as he proceeds with a wavering consistency.
This shakiness creates the most miniscule crack in his persona.
Yet no one notices,
as the imbeciles are fed with the superficiality of media.
Worshiping their idols they drool over the prospect that they are significant in some way
They are too busy to check on their fellow man
as he has become a duck in a sea of afterthoughts.
that encompasses their collective minds.
In simple terms, we are in an age where anyone can be driven insane by loneliness.
Such as the man behind the mask.