Behind the Mask

Somebody paint his face black
For me.
And in charcoal, coil the matter of his sociopathic wave to the spoils of his rotten heart;
Finding a man, not just drenched in toxins,
But seeping and bleeding poisons,
All over the air.
Hatred.
Deep. Dark. Like poison. Death. Murder. Rage...
He's...

All the Rage...

And the girls, they'll flock,
But beware, oh man, is this toy,
Such damaged goods-

This boy, oh God,
The Demons astir for him...
Enjoying and drinking
In his air.
The wave
In his air...

Just poison
To the light.

Drinking and drinking
Up the Night.

And the Charcoal runs and drips,
Leaving dark waters...

Somebody...
Paint his face in black.

And lets bury the cloud
Once
And
For


all.