I can smile no more
Because I am cold
Because we are dead
Heads of holes
Desires alone
Timeless literature
Of classic venues
But the night is cold
People walking
Paths predestined
In minds of pure thoughts
Dark motives
Crying into worn hands
What hath thou wrought, child?
Smile for me
Smile for me
Because I cannot
Joker, Joker,
Hold my hand
Please make it reason
Please understand
Alone, a hole
A cold, rotten place
No one to know
This torn apart face
Of frozen imagination
Borne of rot, borne of blood
No tissue, no flesh
God, return me to mud
Let it be known that I'm burning
Aflame
Let it be told that I'm yearning
Afraid
Familiar faces
Cover walls
All I want is
My smile back
Author notes
Just a poem. Just a selfish, selfish poem.
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