in death's masquerade.
lord death he knows no pain.
a bloody obsession.
with a love he'll never gain.
death dreams.
his oblivion in sleep.
death wakes.
this loveless soul he keeps.
he watches over mortal souls.
he envies their love and hurt.
for all eternity he will be...
just a lonely spirit.
he watches a mortal.
with beautiful perception.
and in a fortnight.
gained a malaised affliction.
apathetic death was now overun.
by a feeling he was never to feel.
death was created for balance.
never to be real.
and death wept.
for the pain was unbound.
for they could never be.
in sorrow death drowned.
