Not my very best but anyways.....

Walking down the corridors
Hiding faces beneath their cloaks


Lays a mask before their face
That even deceives the masters of fate

A mask made from the corpse of an army of dead people smirking
A once melodious voice  but now suffering and  quivering

Naive about their own lost possessions
Depressed by their own acts and impressions

Tired of this worldly life
Hoping that one day they would die

Rather than stay in this brutal world cage
They want to lie down for  the eternal sleep ,wishing that they would never see the next day

But than they would encounter another dark day
Another day to deceive,act false and say

They would wear their fake strings of happiness
Sewing close the dark cloud of gloominess

And forcing smiles on their masks
They hide alot of tragedy tasks