Shadowplay In The House Of Paper

And so it ends
Love tore us apart
Shadows lost in a shadow land of our creation
Press the bell to leave the station.

Here take a look inside
Its safer here, then outside
She said,
she lied.

In the hands of his assassin
She inserts a dagger crafted from bone and decayed love
And inserts it Straight in to his torso
In 7 precise stabbing motions
Removing his heart and his soul
She wears it around her decaying neck
for all to see.
She screams like a banshee in triumph
Masking her humanity
She sheds a tear but only for a second
And dances over his empty husk
His body fades to join the other masks on the wall,
Silent in there decent lonely for eternity.

Shadow play in the house of paper
Paper masks burn beyond resuscitation
This inferno is out of control
What a way to lose your heart and soul

Soldiers made from sin
Patrol corridors and catacombs
Of contempt
Fire torches of passion extinguished
There is only darkness up ahead.

Feeling and thought are left for
Dead like autumn fruit in winter
Paper will always burn
Love has deserted you.