Face of a Stranger

We all have faces well hidden
From the light of day
Some we wear inside the darkness
To take our pain away
Some faces are silken brocade
Others carved in steel and stone
Then there are those forged in hellfire
For those times when we're all alone

And we love to feel their anger
The more darker the more we feel
For these hidden demon masks
Are the one's that truly reveal
Who we really are
Covered in all our scars
Like those secrets we never tell
In those places where we all dwell

I bet you've never let anyone see
Those deeper faces hidden within
Those empty eyes and dead pan lips
Where your other self begins
A place filled with images and traces
Of the darkness in each soul
That sometimes in our weaker moments
We no longer can control

Like when you fall in love
And disregard all the pitfalls
You don't share all your secrets
Just in case you reveal them all
And though some don't understand them
Filled with such passion and desire
Hell is paved with such good intentions
That we are consumed in all the fire...