beneath the loving mask

beneath the loving mask.
________________

it coughs, and spits,
and hisses...
beneath the mask of
love..

beneath his loving
mask.

(where pretty little
morning Doves..

devour infant bats.)

and the fingers linger
on the keys a while...

linger
contemplating...

contemplating profound
style!

(suited best for
desecrating.)

it was all for you...

all This Shit which
superimposes..

letting the darkness
through..!

(where dead angels water
Screaming Roses.)

it laughs, and cries...
and dies...

behind the mask of
truth..

behind the mask of
Suicide!

(preceding the Heart
I Puke.)

j.s.h.