The killer in the Masquerade Ball.
Sits and waits as your heart fades.
Watch and listen im not insane.
This is how my name is sold in vain.
"No mercy for the sinner.
Simply hiding behind a mask.
Once your dead I'll dance on your grave.
Wipe the blood from my shoe.
End a bloodline.
Hearbeats no more.."
Drink Up !
Drink Up !
It's the last sip you'll never forget.
Sing and Dance, this is how you show regret.
Just run and hide away.
This ballet of blood and blades.
Wipe the tears fall from your face.
I'm only ending your short term grace.
"I won't take my mask off.
You dont deserve to see your killers
face."
Yea.
Sing that song.
It'll be the last you've sung.
End of days.
This is new grace.
The Killer in the Masquerade Ball.
Will leave you in awe.
Such a shame..
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The Meloncholy Diaries
PoetryThe Saints are misunderstood childhood friends who are seeing the world as what they want to be and through a sinners and a Christians point of view. They are all based on my creative saints. Still Ongoing though. List of the saints: Dreams Saint Ha...
