Midnight child, one who wanders alone.
Lost, he's given up. He just wants it to end already.
Once, he walked aimlessly, going about with a face of apathy.
He had met a tall looking man, he seemed awfully patient.
The reached out to him. Although he was distant, it was all the boy had.
Sometime later, reality caught up with the man.
And he died, leaving the boy to walk alone once 'gain.
As he wandered, he passed by many people wearing masks on.
The boy asked himself why, he noticed they all were either smiling or wide-eyed.
This scared the boy, and he ran. Far, far, away.
He had bumped himself into something, someone.
He sent them down to the ground, it was a girl.
As he saw what he did, he was saddened. He cried.
The girl tried to the levity of the situation, the boy was still sobbing.
She held his hand, he was reluctant, he held on to it, firm grip.
Eventually, interests started to dissipate, connection severed, reality caught up.
The boy realized he was wearing a mask once she left, he took it off...
He saw flesh, his own hollow reflection. Only, it was stained of blood and grief.
Reality caught up to him, he didn't want to go, but he went.
Knowing he'd no longer be happy, his road has ended. He, the real facade, had ended.
I feel creative during midnight, something was swelling inside my head. This doesn't really give my interpretation on it, but it's something.