Pause

Pause; nodding your head as though in understanding
Your eyes stare blankly into mine
Wondering if you were intended to be a liar
Or influenced by the crawling nightmares,
Laughing and calling your name?

Cease; Forcing a toothless grin
Your happiness is the icing on cardboard
I am curious over the taste;
Were you always meant to be so bitter?
Or did the coldness leave you frostbitten,
With each seasoned draft?

End; your nearing future
Your hands press against the furnace
Reflecting the inner turmoil you have created
Were those scars always present?
Or did society make them for you,
With each slicing motion?