The mask of death hides the world from our eyes, we hide our lies, deep inside, the wounds stay putrid and fresh, as we swallow our pain, pushing it down with the weight of our dispare!
The pain stays at bay until the breaking point is found, it then comes boiling out, as thought it is a volcano, the hate spews out.
Consuming all that stands in it's way, when the mask rots away a terrifying truth is all that remains.
We fight to hide from the light, finding solice in the chill of the night, as if there's no other way.
As the wolves stalk their prey, we hunt the shadows for the crums of humanity, if we are lucky we will live to fight another day.
As the seconds tick away from our insanity we wrestle our demons, fearing the wolves will look our way and notice our insecurities!