Masquerade of the dead.

Let’s make a toast,

Wine in hand,

How we’ll always live,

How we’ll never end,

The lovers,

Oh how hard they fought,

But one was poisoned by a vengeful ex,

And the other became distraught,

Apparently the Devil’s lurking around,

Looking for his Queen,

Be careful sweet one,

He’s known to be quite mean,

Let us dance,

Round and Round,

To the song of death,

Oh how sweet it sounds,

In this masquerade,

Of hidden personalities,

Lets dance till we’re dead,

Our ghosts will believe in a false sense of camaraderie.

~a sleepy ghost~


Author: Viv

Just a suffering Victorian era ghost stuck in the past but loves modern music, sushi, and singing despite being really boring.

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