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.