curbdrop out of grace

snowfalls on everyone

a tuneless hum

broken then fixed,
hope-full of bliss,
wishful doubtful,
clenched teeth crushed fists,
back and forth and back,
like the tide on attack,
sucker punching the sand,
and then retreating again,
the moon to blame,
of cowardly shame,
look down eyes closed,
head low breath froze,
as nervous beads run wild,
hanging over a forced smile,
naked is the face of fake,
draped in a chorus break,
lines of made up lies,
echoed from better times,
practiced in mirrors,
and taught by peers,
they smile you reflect,
your filth your secret,
is drawn back down deep,
with all the demons you keep,
with all the animal you hide,
with all the vemon you disguise,
with all the hatred and dirt,
with your collection of hurt,
you never say what you mean,
you never stop the machine,
it's unfair they're unaware,
they're naive while you care,
and because you do,
although you don't want to,
but because you do,
you never do.,
and you tell them,
and they listen,
they only ever listen,
they never hear.

posted by fillshe @ 7:01 PM