Masquerade

Red curtains have drawn
The audience waiting to be awed
All loose ends tied,
Your emotions set aside
You've been strung along
Sicken the audience with your song
Your master awaits!-
For your beauty is to be admired
By more than one, you are desired
Roses of red, tied black with a bow-
Lands at your feet after every show
The master has controlled your fate
You've been picked and cleaned as bait
Sing and dance,
Lead the master into your trance-
For you are his Carlotta,
And he is your master!
Your red lips bleed,
While his heart is full of greed
Misery was his only company,
Lead to believe you were truly his own
Sullen music befalls:
His twisted fate was by chance,
Death by your hand-
The master has been played.