I hide behind my mask of gloom,
the face beneath a face of doom.
A curtain drawn before my body
gnarled, rotting,
flesh and bone
If all were to fall away
within those folds my life would lay.
Every piece left to decompose
the ugly, the truth, now exposed.
No enemy, friend, or relative,
should be forced to behold
the impure, tainted, mangled beast
beneath these weathered crumpled sheets.