My Horror Mask - Glen Johnson

My horror mask, my camouflage

I cannot take it off

It’s grafted on with nimble stitch

You see me as through fog

I tell a lie with this disguise

I beat around the bush

The latch is on The blinds are down

In me, you cannot trust

For the man underneath is a China plate

He’s the wings of a butterfly

He’s the snowman when the sun comes up He’s the cracking of the ice

My horror mask, my camouflage

I cannot bear the thought

The mirror crack’d, a witches curse

I am not what I ought

A method act I cannot shake

Medusa, Minotaur

The lights are off, no veritas

Lugosi at the door

For the man underneath is a China plate

He’s the wings of a butterfly

He’s the snowman when the sun comes up He’s the cracking of the ice

He’s a Jekyll to the Hyde