I wear a mask through which no one can see
My lies and lust and hate that hide beneath
Am I demon? Am I evil? The natural man answers yes
The more wholesome I try to become, the more virtue is an unwelcome guest
I feel my sins, for which guilt is easy to comply
And feel the light leave when to follow it I try
"Better to reign in Hell than to serve in Heaven", Milton once wrote;
I'd rather serve in Heaven, but by flawed trying I somehow serve both
I can do no wrong, as long as I breathe no air
I so much as breathe and trajety strikes somewhere
Will the Brothers Grimm hunt me down? Need I run away?
Am I that same monster that Dr. Jeckyll tragically became?
Trajety strikes, happiness dies; oceans fade to creeks
Of all the reasons these are caused, the greatest one is me
