Looking Through the Mask

looking through the mask
that covers half my face
as it burns in its place
held tight by the hate
I see the black all around
with my yellow-eyed rage
wounded friends on the ground
their dread hungers to sate
and all I hear from the left is
"Welcome home" in a hiss
beckoning, calling,
there's nothing amiss
with the world
how could there be
the shadows aren't real
how could they be
science made myth its meal
so nothing to fear
little boy all alone
the closet is empty
the monsters are gone
just be careful dear boy
what mask you put on
what darkness you don
what yellow eyed terror
inside you is spawned
for it won't always be
half of this beautiful mask;
look towards the right
and make sure it's cleared
you wouldn't want anything
hissing "hello" in that ear


-mine