underneath it all in poetry

Underneath your face, you’re just a skeleton in disguise.
Underneath your face, you’re just a skull with no eyes.
Underneath your face, your bones are wise.
Underneath your face, you’re just a skeleton is disguise.

Underneath your skin, there’s a monster dancing.
Like a puppet with no strings, by a wizard enchanted.
Floating calcium forms, mincing and prancing.
Underneath your skin, there’s a monster dancing.

Underneath the mask, you are moving fast.
The moves are swift but the time won’t last.
Just a couple years before you’re consigned to the past.
Underneath the mask, you are moving fast.

There is magic there if you don’t let it die.
Underneath your face, you’re just a skeleton in disguise.