# [1] Hello can you tell it’s me… Am I too perfect and passive,, to pass as the wrathful portrait,, that hates and breeds revenge in three litters of six at a time… I've applied a thin separation between the world and my true identity….

# [2] Am I hiding from recognition… Or am I just ashamed of blasphemous ambition… Who can say what my motives are for this collection of deceptions… Is it for myself… Am I afraid of my appealing reflection… Not anymore, these masks have changed everything….

* [A] Pretty Masks resemble paper dolls hanging hand and hand… Same face, there counterfeits’… The original taste like me… Who is real,, the bleeding one that drips from under the mask… Each time that I pull it off it takes a little more away….

# [3] Red Mask conforms to me with a hatred to destroy and a lust to penetrate… Level the people to their knees to receive the white that I bleed… Makes me feel beautiful to supply what I feed….

# [4] Deep black Mask of blasphemy,, Dark goat denying what has been claimed… Wretched talons take hold of me… Left a holy shell of something else… what is it growing now inside….

* [b] Smashed ego and a complex of an addictive design,, discourages what little of me still remains… My wilted face falls away, held only by blood filled veins… Not much left time has taken its toll upon my hidden face… These Masks have striped away from me what little could have been saved….

# [5] Sky blue Mask of sadness,, displays a cloudy sky… Look there I am,, why do I look like a lie… Drop your guard to pity me ill peal another mask from you, from the corner of your crying eye’s….

* [A] Pretty Masks resemble paper dolls hanging hand and hand… Same face, there counterfeits’… The original taste like me… Who is real,, the bleeding one that drips from under the mask… Each time that I pull it off it takes a little more away….