Beast Beneath

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.