Sparkatale

Standing in the hall of death

Where I’m trying to catch my breath

Stuck between these empty walls

I close my eyes as the night falls

Sometimes the sky shows a glimpse of light

But it isn’t enough to make me feel right

Around me roaming lost souls

Like in a giant masquerade all playing their roles

The sick, the mad

The good, the bad

The sad, the grieving

The hurt, the bleeding

All pretending, hiding their torment

Trying to look like those who didn’t fall in their ascent

They’re all erring and dancing around while trying to catch their breath

During this beautiful masquerade in the hall of death