Its masquerade time,
Don your mask...

Shirts on,
Heels off...

Flaking, flaking,
Spiral down...

Flares of red,
Strobes of light...

Felonious villain,
Lathered in blood...

Terror embellished,
Eternal scorn...

Its not a poem...
Hey (insert name here when i decide who actually...

I should be in bed,
Its awfully late...

A poem to my baby,
The one I long to hold...

Like a drug- you consume me,
Blanket my eyes...

Why cant you accept it?
You dont know me like I do...

The devil moved into my heart,
And the bastards pitched a tent...