Disguise
I cry the black tears of sorrow
Beautifully letting them drip down
For all the dark souls hollow
Wearing gothic black gowns
Seeing each other face to face,
Marching, following my trace
Always been so solitary
In the shadows cruel and empty
Forming the most beautiful parade
through the old park and gateway
So that 'personne' will never see
What I have felt inside of me
Why I smiled on that very night
is another story unwritten