Behind My Painted Smile
...I Cry.
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I am painted like a demon but my heart is full of laughter,
The sainted drop of semen that the lord sporned after.
A pastor for disaster, bleeding heavily and much faster.
An actress possesed by a medley of puppet masters.
The empathy of plasters, paint and such vast acts of hate.
Masked and faked, ornately created and obsessively debated.
Lakes of caged hatred run in streams within my shallow soul,
Only fate breaks the matrix at the seams, where they follow to go.
I swallow slow and dream of better scenes away from a hollow tomorrow,
Its only this sorrow which I follow, I borrow laughter from make-up.
My torrid forehead emblazened white since the moments I wake up.
I am caught up in this play of such meniacal antics,
Brought up to stay within this haze of magic tricks,
This page of polotics my mind illudes as disillusional logics,
Im trapped with suicidal objects and Im to afraid to escape.
For my smile will suffer and fade and my pain will break.
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