A blanket of lies rest upon his face
A cloth of silk so soft and smooth
Masking his face in layers of joy
Hiding his fears , his darkest dreams
So cold and desolate and pungent in rot
His voice a whisper deceiving them all
His eyes lifeless and empty of feeling
His soul as black as death its self
With the coldness of ice and hardness of stone
He'd rather a scream then a heart felt cry
He'd rather a stab them a tear strung eye
The warmth of a women has yet to please
For the thirst he has, he is yet to feed
He cares little for romance and less for love
For what girl would want such a heartless soul
Always hiding behind his mask of lies
Knowing he will never be some soft and lovely kind-hearted lad
Who's eyes glisten like a million fire flies
Or who's voice is harp caught in the breeze stealing the hearts of
All who listen
Or who's face makes girls giggle and stare
But just a boy behind a mask
With nothing to lose
And know one to care
