I have died a thousand times
Locked in dreams
And memories
That plague me every
Waking hour.

I've made so many mistakes
So many promises
That I've broken
I was your Angel once
Your Teacher
Your Guide

I could make myself
Perfect for you..
If I could erase these scars
That burn to the depths of
My distorted soul..
I would.

And perhaps,
Perhaps...
You can then love
The man behind the Masque.