what is seen may not be the truth.
the mask hides what festers underneath.
is it truly hatred? – if i still feel love for youyet hate your bright soul?
A false smile adorns our face,Bleeding tears crystallizeInto soft rivulets of liquid mercury. Wails of sorrow and miseryRival that of a banshee,Smothered by a false smileAnd eyes that cry silver. Our back cracksUnder bone-breaking pressure,The weary traveller,Cracking underneath cunning guileAnd a false smile. To the grave, our heart cracksAnd shatters,Our legs give out with aContinue reading “The Mask of False Smiles”