Created: May 19, 2019

Last Modified: May 10, 2020, 14:45

In a room dark as night
A child sitting in her chair
The room smells of utter despair
Locked in the room guarded by infantry
She’s been in there for centuries

She banged on the door
A whisper she hears and nothing more
“Sad child what shall you do
Locked in a room wondering who”

I’m an errand boy with a mask of cinders
I have come to free you from your heartless sinners

Behind my mask is a painful sight
I still push through with all my might.
Take this mask, hide who you are
Together we can cloak who we are

Our mask is perfect:
With this blood pact, we share
We live in the crypts ready to scare
And now we crumble your hateful wits

You can’t hurt us anymore so
Now we are one and you are done.