Poet's note: This is a little ditty I spurred out of my insane head about someone, which so happened to be Marco (lucky him), so here we go! :0) TRIXSTER
MARCO
By TRIXSTER
I give a painted smile
To that I see,
My hollow eyes
Tell a different story,
But that is guarded secretly.
My world is dark and fearsome,
Too ominous for words.
Nightmares live and death is real,
Where promises and hope are absurd.
I silently wait for time to stop
And the lies to come to an end,
So that my open wounds and broken reality
Can finally start to mend.