Suicide Harlequin — Twilight Ophera

Flawed and fragile is your frame Despair shining through Bleeding ruins of pain Fearstairted crust on pale eidolon mask

Sundered soul In suicide role

Are we not sculptured from misery Odalisque of designed malaise Your face is the canvas of scorn For tragedy to adorn

Strained skin scourged to shreds Your spine is broken spirit lost Wretched husk heed behest Leave the stage for strong to host

Sheltered yet shivering In drainfall, tamed grin Nowhether lead hallways dim But one that reeks of sin

All the gods you pray Won't steal me woe away Every stain you carve Only thrives the scar No pleasure nor delight Veil the wound inside