Dead Skin Mask

Graze the skin with my finger tips

The brush of dead cold flesh appease the means

Provoking images delicate features so smooth

A pleasant fragrance in the light of the moon

Dance with the dead in my dreams

Listen to their hallowed screams

The dead have taken my soul

Temptation's lost all control

Simple smiles elude psychotic eyes

Lose all mind control rationale declines

Empty eyes enslave the creations

Of placid faces and lifeless pageants

In the depths of a mind insane

Fantasy and reality are the same

Graze the skin with my finger tips

The brush of dead warm flesh pacifies the means

Incised members ornaments on my being

Adulating the skin before me

Simple smiles elude psychotic eyes

Lose all mind control rationale declines

Empty eyes enslave the creations

Of placid faces and lifeless pageants