Behind Those Eyes

 
Some wear masks to contain the pain
Some wear them to hide their sorrows
Other use them to hide deep dark secrets
And some use them to masquerade something much more sinister...

But no matter what disguise these masks may be
It’s always in the eyes that tell the story
The windows to the soul are sometimes a deep chasm
A void of the unknown into the lifeless pit of some evil and vile –

If you’re keen enough, you can see that behind a smile or grin
Something much more guiling lies behind those eyes
Waiting for an opportune moment
To reveal its true self
The beast hidden underneath this skin

Yes, monsters are real
But they wear masks of beauty, cuteness, and charm
And yet at night under the light of the moon they shed their skins
Baring the visceral severed vessels and seeping cavities
Crawling with night
Slithering slowly between rot and decay
Waiting for day to commence once again
To find another victim

And the mask hides this hideous face
With a friendly smile but ominous eyes
Lingering patiently
Until she comes into my grasp…