Inside these walls of blood and bone
The center of me is motionless sandstone
Overlooking belief, eternally powerless
Never hope, never amiss
In my disguise, terror resides
When it is discovered, it won’t bide
My real form, demented and vile
Why was I in such denial?
My skin is overwhelming, not one blemish
My voice is captivating, tempting them into demise
My inner self, is for ideal nightmares
If I truly showed my form everyone would be screaming their fears
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