Uphill rolling, the headless Oni butcher
Waving his arms, and the arms of others
Carving destructive burrows below
The walls of kindgdoms past.
Those fiery shafts of thought take flight
Bowls are gathered to make an offering
The stars above seek to shed new light
Because swords will not stop the thing.
The voices convince me to stand my ground
I pray they keep me safe and sound
Tartarus lacks motivation to claim the demon
I suppose
When I talk to the face I stole a thousand years ago.

There is an angel giving me advice,
Her advice is to listen to others,
And have a life for their sake.
What about my sake.
The devil that lives in my pills,
Says to live for my sake.
To concentrate on myself not others.
I have decided on the name for the angel.
It shall be she-demon.
The devil gives me guidance.
I later learn that once you accept outward appearance,
And accept whats on the inside,
You can have best friends.
My best friend is the Devil,
He is sometimes called an Oni/Monster.
He lives inside my head.
But I'm just glad he's not the angel.
The angel was forcing a mask on me.
She was creating me into the perfect person.
Not into the crazy me I'm meant to be.
Would you rather have the Crazed Artist or the Perfectionist?

Obscured by this ornately designed day ****** covering
Is a damaged mind that's still recovering
A broken heart that's still recovering
Love, life, and friendship again
Behind this mask is a dead man that's been resurrected again

He is becoming a new
Without the mask he is no longer blue.
The old world behind him
His new world will find him
Without out this mask his light can shine through.....if you wanted to go that direction of like New life

Behind this mask memories pass straight through it's eyes
When you stare at it slowly your faith dies
The mask was the man's demise The mask is where the darkness will rise