The girl behind the mask,
I let her in without conscious,
drunk under the fantasies of a better life.
   Soon the hooded fantasy becomes a second skin,
a curse,
a hate,
a hell raising fire.
   nothing can staunch the hatred,
the hatred life has dealt me with.
    I burn the bridges set up ,
I cut the ropes that bind me.
   They're convinced I'm an angel,
I've severed the wings that once were the mark of an angelic soul.
   Surrendering myself to something so uncouth not I can even bring my
heart back from.
My heart,
it's black,
bruised,
and broken.
    Once used as a toy, now it's a weapon against the heinous idiocy, the marks of society.
The ranks of beauty don't faze me.
                                             **** THEM ALL
                                  Beauty comes from the heart,
                         My heart is black.
                     Black beauty,
               Nothing more.