Cleaving droplets from a composition
of stagnating hues, decomposing but
still useful as canvas coloured smiles.
Death brings emotion to faces void.

Everyone that is used are unique in the
smearing of what flowed like a petrifying
eye liner. Now broken vessels that divorce
emotion from there being unto another.

There are no smiles here,
           just a covering of falseness.
For without the colour of others
       he laughs at the bleached expression.

"Who needs smiles,
                        when you can paint others on brighter"