Monday, February 21, 2011

Judgement Day

I know fairly well, 
what you do,
in those coveted corners of misery.
even when you call it bliss.
the shameless-shameful face,
that you wear every morning
that tells me a thousand lies
and a milllion truths.
i know what you said,
and i know what you did.
wipe off that blatant smile
from across the mask of happiness
that you wear every night.
because the night will turn to day
and the day will fade out into the night.
and between all this metamorphosis,
your delicate wing of fancy
will be nipped and torn apart.