Dieing Parade

[forever_winter]

Cold and decrepit the wanderer walks within.
Followers trailing behind like a cape of glorified destruction
Seeking more to join the parade.
This circus of half eaten prey.
We'll knock on each door, us corpses on strings
Calling out
Calling out
For they say that we can not let ourselves in
The handle is never on our side of the wall
So put a smile on our dieing faces
A rose within our hands
And a deception upon our lips.
Believe us and come play
Come play in the sun, while we know it to be the rain
Ignore the burning.
Ignore the pain
Ignore the flies crawling from our eyes
For we wish only to play
As we seek more to join the parade
This circus of half eaten prey.