The nature of the beast

Hiding behind our masques
Afraid to see our faces,
Silent screams unheard
In the empty halls of the mind.

To be who we want to be
To do that which we wish to do,
This is all we have ever wanted
And it is the one thing we are denied.

We chain our natures
With our rules and morality,
We define what is good and proper
For the safety of our society.

We can not risk offence
We can never rock the boat,
We must deny our very natures
We must pretend each and every day.

For each situation
We paint a different face.
We lie to our lovers
As we lie to ourselves.

Till there comes the day
When we forget our own face.
We rip off each masque
In a frenzy of madness.

All that is left
Is a bloody ruin,
The shattered husks
Of lonely and forgotten dreams.

No one hears us cry
No one sees the tears,
As we realise what we have become
Slaves to masters we created.

The beast within has died
And taken our soul in it's passing.
The passion and the flame
That makes us what we are.