Masque Of The Red Death

This plaque has taken all of me. parted me from everything i loved. behind this masque i hide. futile attempts to cover up. inside, a monster burns. there was a battle raging on.
Rip, tear the skin, hear me seethe. (i can't take it)
Grow less human everytime i breathe. (let it out)
Hide from the light, fur is grey, fangs are white, as i run, far from here, into the night. (x2)
I have become, the thing i hate the most. this former shell, i am now a ghost. i have, lost all hope.
I feel it rising up again. the fever growing ever more. all of what i know i shouldn't be, is everything i've become. the reasons ever changing. the questions present themselves. will i ever be normal? (the futile attempt to cover up inside. a monster it burns.) will i ever be free? the pain has gone too long. it has got to change.
Rip, tear the skin, hear me seethe. (i have pushed myself, broken teeth) grow less human everytime i breathe. (as it takes my soul from me) hide from the light, fur is grey, fangs are white, as i run, far from here, into the night. (as it eats up, my last heart, in the dark) rip, tear the skin, hear me seethe. (i can't take it) grow less human everytime i breathe. (let it out) hide from the light, fur is grey, fangs are white, as i run, far from here, into the night. (i have not been saved).
The monster i have become. all is hopeless. this twisted former shell. i am this blasphemy. all i am, all is hopeless.
This plaque has taken all i've ever loved. from this masque i hide. futile attempt to cover up, the monster inside. (it's spoken from these curses. twisted heart and twisted mind. i write this blasphemy, i write this poetry).
Rip, tear the skin, hear me seethe. (this plague has taken)
Grow less human everytime i breathe. (all i've ever loved) hide from the light, fur is grey, fangs are white, as i run, far from here, into the night. (i hide behind this masque. a futile attempt to insume). rip, tear the skin, hear me seethe. (the plaque that burns inside) grow less human everytime i breathe. (these scars aren't healing) hide from the light, fur is grey, fangs are white, as i run, far from here, into the night. (what i was, has become, forever).
This plaque has taken, all i've ever loved. this masque, i hide. the monster's still inside....