mask of flesh

Everyone wears a mask.  
Mine usually slips.
It is hard to stay on task,
When you are losing you're grip.
 
I show my true face,
When i become enraged,
I glue on the base,  
I step back in my cage,  
 
I was underestimated,  
by people like you.
Now my acts are premeditated,  
The corpses are blue
 
Judgement day is coming,  
RED, all you are going to see
Funeral music humming,
All because of me.  
 
The answer,  
Written plain on the wall,
homicidal cancer,
I missed sanity's last call
 
Miss.... AM I SUICIDAL?
or do I want to take a heart?
Live up to Jeffrey, my idol,
Put it in a jar and pick it apart
 
It is hard not to be forgotten,  
In a cruel world such as this,  
You all decided I was rotten,  
So i fall asleep to your final hiss
 
I am curled up inside,
Feeling no love,  
I will be my own demise,  
Fallen angel, fell from above
 
My organs,  
My heart,  
All black.  
Homicidal cancer.  
I am under attack.
 
I live in a rib cage,  
Craving flesh to RIP APART,
In the dry heaves,
Of what use to be a heart.
 
I am just one bad work of art...
Forever entangled with what lurks in the dark.