I'm Dancing in the Masquerade
In the costume that you made
it cradles each bow and thread
All pretty, black white and red
A Simple Stylish Suit of Love
Covered head to foot in blood
With Shined black elegant shoes
With dark dark shades of blues
Hand in hand with your corpse
I do Help you dance of course
You made your costume good as well
As far as my eyes can tell
All beautiful, white and red
Especially where you bled and bled
Your necklace of dripping blood
Each droplet lands, an Ominous thud
Speckles of red on bright white heel
For to hold i shall kneel
I shall dance with you till i drop
I really never want to stop
For this is my masquerade
And i dance in the costume that you made.
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