Under a Mask of Beauty

I – The Way It Is
I looked up to the balcony
and she was no longer there
so I placed my foot on the back of my enemy
and I pushed him down the stairs.

II – Under a Mask of Beauty
Under a Mask of Beauty
lies the beast
the insane heckler
the broken juggler
the hunger the hunger
the ride over
and under.

Under a mask of beauty
lies the beast
the angry wallop
the cold hard thump on the forehead
the angel drunk with the Lord
as the devil grows in your groin
(all of beauty laughs and bites and laughs at me).

Under a mask of beauty
wrath for me
angry at my door
threats turn cold
threats turn into
an empty skirt on the floor.

Under a mask of beauty
nails for me
nail me to the satin bed
bleeding from the soul
a sip of red wine -she smiles
a white rose half-bled.

Under a mask of beauty
lie to me
I touch your face
and grind my teeth.

Under a mask of beauty
lies the beast
as all of beauty
laughs and bites
and laughs at me.

II – Whore
The city trembles
between her thighs.

All that she needs
is a fresh coat of paint.

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