Saturday, August 22, 2009
♥ Black Sheep

I am,
The Black Sheep
That painted my wool white.
That holds the sword of power and might.
Behind the mask
Never has before
has anyone seen.
The demon face.
Scarred with lies.
Full of disgrace.
What a perfect face
painted an Angel.
With the smile full of sincerity.
Eyes melt of serenity.
Ears that listen to pain.
Tongues that speak of music.
I'm wearing this mask.
Behind it's the monster
Yes I am
The Black Sheep
Who wants to Blend
With the pure ones.
And so I painted my skin
And wore the angelic mask
And walked into the pen.
Made out of Love.
2:44 AM