this hour brave face come forth
the nervous thunder of heart beating wildly
its grandeur thoughts race to
see all the possible and believe all the improbable
fear is a liar but what beautiful deceptions
lure you along with nothing more than whispered promise
teach you ways to live that chain you to cruel fates
wears the subtle masks of pretty things
for pain is an ugly beast
and fear wishes to ******
this hours brave face
etched on with fine china flatware blade
for the etiquette of tea and biscuit say
you must act with dignified indifference
polite and with manners
even as they cart you off to the rubber room
no madhouse is complete without its
dignified and refined madman of leasuire and class
have some tea old boy and mind the razors
this hours brave face may not leave me mad
but it feels like it could with its time passing so slow
i check the watch and glance at the door
for the fiftieth time in fifty minutes
this hours brave face is mine
and there is only brief span left to live
in this moment
but that moment is lifetimes
and....
she emerges from the door
with a cheesecake smiles and kisses me
everything is fine
i can breath again
(nerve racking...maybe now i can get some sleep)