The Black Masquerade Ball

The Masquerade Ball

by:Reaper Poetry

A man in disguise 

is a wearing mask of various lies.

Dancing In the ball of corpse

tired of acting. 

"I'm fine and  it doesn't hurt".

The epitaph of the living dead

is an embedded curse in his heart and his head.

The dead music that marked in his soul.

No pain nor joy, make him feel nothing at all.

The rotting  flesh and decaying soul

his suit in the black masqueradeball..

The dark ambiance of the hall

suffocating him and receive

reaper's death call.