Beast Behind the Mask (dedicated to Amiel Espiritu)

by Lain Coubert

When i stand with you
face to face
makes me weak
with the emotions aroused in me

If i could but paint your face
as it is reflected on the sky
your black hair as it blends
with fire

cold red lips as it blends
with the crimson faced moon
innocent eyes as it meets
my sight...

But your dark thoughts creeping in
struggling with cold
i know its not you
but the beast behind the mask.