"Masquerade"
A Beautiful Flower
In A Masquerade
Withered
With Every Peddle It Bled
Ignored By Eyes
Behind A Disguise
Leaving Behind
The Aroma Of Death
A Beautiful Fragrance
Trapped In The Room
Furnished The Void
Like A Bloom In A Gloom
Inhaled By The Guest
That In Every Breath
Were Reminded Of Once
Such A Flower They Knew
