the sinners masquerade

an asylum for the weak

a feast for the wolf

our faces lost in the deep

empty space our souls to keep



the hour of twilight

as silent as sin

drifting beyond dreaming

erasing all therein

into black nightmare

cry in vain

the eye set sail

towards ebony rain



the mirror cease to live

images all gone

cutting through our hearts

a slice of ended life

will our memories stain the knife