Traumatic Paralysis Mind

Outside these walls 
Dances The Plague 
All victims fall 
Within its wake  

Oh, Prince Prospero 
All of your dreams 
Fade with your last 
Dying breath 

Locked in your palace 
Safe as it seems 
But not from The Masque 
Of Red Death 

Masquerade Ball 
Morbid the night 
The Reaper calls 
Grandfather chimes 

The uninvited guest 
Who mocks the masquerade 
In guise of wretched death 
A masque of red decay 

He passes through the archways 
Of all the palace rooms 
The seventh dark and deadly 
Where The Clock strikes midnight’s doom 

Casting his blade 
The Prince attacks 
Death show it’s face 
Behind The Masque 


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