Masked

by ossy   Mar 28, 2007


I hide in this mask
from who i realy am
i have a mask that makes me
sin

my mask is full of blood a torcher
when people see me they
screem

i hide who i am
because no one under stands
whats under my mask and
when its time to take it off

my face is worse then what the mask
could ever be

my face is hell so run
its as scary as me
coming for the one im out to kill

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