She wears a mask, a shadowed guise, She says that she is evil, heartwise. She whispers that she loves blood and gore, She pretends not to fear the dark and gloom, And hates to watch the flowers bloom. She presumes that she is wicked and cursed, Her probity forever immersed. She tends to live in cemeteries with her shadow, While her mind wanders in a greenish meadow. Why does she wear a tough mask? Just to prove she can do any task. She has a fragile heart, Which can easily tear apart. She wishes to live in silence, While she tries to master resilience. She pretends not to care for others’ feelings, Yet sheds her tears for strangers’ torment. She emulates the malevolent, But candidly, she is benevolent. She quarrels with her inner voice, Trying to settle with her choice. Who is she from the heart? The truth behind her eyes— She is an angel in evil disguise, An angel in evil disguise.