Why would anyone love me?
Just look at me can't you see?
I am no Prince Charming!
Far from it! It is harming,
But that is all I can do.
I hate to say but it's true.

From all ages, I love everyone.
But yet away from me, they run... run. 
I chase, chase, and chase just wanting love.
Something simple and pure like a dove. 
I wonder is that so much to ask!?!? 
Must be...This is why I wear my mask.

I hate my job! I hate my life!
I'm usually found with a knife.
Why? Why do strangers curse my name?
Or swear my name for love and fame?
Why would anyone love a mess?
No wait!...wait... I am DEATH!