a new mask selected from the galleries,
its fresh, smooth texture feels glorious
what does it matter that it cold and clammy,
it stirs me, the feelings in me stir,
a mask unknown to me yet i selected it,
walked by hundreds in the gallery, and yet i stop at this one,
its all blood red, black spots sit on the eyes and the mouth,
the mouth, an abyss in which everything is swallowed,
horns sprout from the chin and the devils peaks
they turn in unnatural patterns,
the cheekbones are pushed far to high and the mouth,
the mouth is pulled down and contorted,
baring its hideous fangs.

Am i trying to inspire fear or reality,
do i lie to tell the truth, do i hold more value in simple actions than other people,
i think to much, so i choose a simplistic mask,
a mask that is black and white
a mask that dosent hide behind veils
a mask that means one thing
the end, what I've aspired to, DONE

does the mean justify the cause?
does the end justify the means?