A man with many faces
Is a man with the cleverest lies
He knows how to hide his secrets
And keep them from prying eyes

A man with many masks
Is a man with a practiced smile
He knows how to end his foes
And act their friend all the while

A man with many ears
Is a man who won't be surprised
He knows what his enemies plan
And he acts out the perfect reprise

A man with many faces
Is a man who will live long and well
But ask yourself this, my friend
Will he live in heaven or hell?

am I truly that evil?
comparable to relentless bullies,
the ones that you embody.

am I that awful?
like looking in mirror
seeing a body you despise.

am I that annoying?
like the voice of depression
that sounds a lot like you.

"i love you"
doesn't mean a ******* thing, if you spit it down the throat of 20 different girls one night, then get home and plant yourself beside me
"i love you"
i can smell the betrayal on your shirt and taste the **** in your mouth
you ain't nobodys angel

They stare,
Their eyes gaping and mouths gawking
Unfinished.
A mother, a father,
A brother, a sister,
Cemented and immortalized together
Forever.
Generations upon generations
Plastered, stacked, stuck.

They leer upon their visitor,
Welcome to there home,
Twisted and cruel,
Yet their beauty is still seen
French goddesses still upon their thrones
Under their castles.
Their lovers,
Still sophisticated and poised,
Protecting themselves and their maidens.

Underground
The Catacombs.

**** this shell we call flesh.
I am its victim and prisoner.
I cannot break free
Or fly away,
But I try still.
Oh if only you could see
What it was like to fly.
Or feel what it was like
To melt myself away.