Be My Mask Of Pain.

The mask of pain
Dark and ornate
I used to wear
I used to hate

Falls to the ground
With nothing but grace
Nothing left
But the imprint of lace

I miss the dark beauty
And sickening love
The feeling of the mask
That fit like a glove

Now it's gone
I am only numb
I sit in the dark
Wait for feeling to come

I look at you
And see a knife
If put through my heart
Could give me life

Nothing to lose
So much to gain
Please, I'm begging
Be my mask of pain