I close my eyes to look inside you I see nothing, is it 

because of your shallowness or are you 

Puppet?

Hallow from outside and hollow from the inside, is it your fear and drained body of emotions or have you sacrificed it to the wicked one?  

Mask on mask and your face I look at, I see promises and faith until the mask comes off and vanishes in the air. 

Whom do I count on? The mask I see or another mask behind it?

Though I am walking with you on the dead end and though you are holding on to me with care all I can see is melancholy in the air and darkness ahead. Is it that you are walking me to my grave?