We whose souls are clothed in BLACK

We are the Living Dead, We whose souls are clothed in Black.
We stand in this world, not feeling nor crying.
We watch those who laugh, who live, and we try, oh we try.

We are the Heartless, We whose souls are clothed in Black.
We view the world, without feel nor care.
We see the happy, the sad, and we wonder what feelings are theirs.

We are the Lost, We whose souls are clothed in Black.
We see those who know pain, laugh out loud.
And those who cry, happy in a crowd.

We see this and we wonder what they have we do not.
Then we look down, and see our souls clothed in BLACK