As beauty emerges, the beast disappears.
Hiding from the sickness as it appears.
Behind the mask of that beautiful face,
Lays the beast that kills with incredible grace.

Deep under cover, it waits for it's prey.
Waiting for you until you have something to say.
It'll emerge from the depths of darkness,
And attack you, at least until you go away.

Maybe it'll **** you as to make sure you're gone.
But, maybe, it will just let you go on.
Maybe you're better off running away,
Because it really isn't worth your stay.

Go off on your journey and make it last.
Let the beast get rid of it's mask.
Off into the distance you should go.
Maybe it'll work for you, maybe so.