A Whole New Kind of Makeup

Goodness, this is killer old but I don�t completely hate it -congratulates self-

Born from your malice,
your anger
Fueled by my grief
I can feel this creature pressing in,
preparing to kill
Mascara, tears and confidence
Make black tracks down my cheeks
That egg the creature on
It knows how scared I am
It wants the thrill of the chase,
the glory of the kill
But I wont run
That will be my one victory
I stand
Ignoring the blood rush to my head,
and the temporary blackness
Your creature is almost upon me
And now that every secret is told,
Every �sin� confessed
Let this breath be my last.