I want to
s e
t l
r g
an
the neck of the demon
who pushes me to
be in a state of
r n
e o
b i
ell
toward everything
good and
p l
e u
a f
ce
a
nightmare
eating
love.
Living
cross
exterminated.
The masks that hide your
face may
change
through
downpouring
rain
and days where good
reigns through all, but I can see
thrOugh each one.
I can make out the
image you hide.
Behind
A
Mask,
You
Wake
And
Sleep.