a fully make-up ridden face
a single streak, ruined
by a tear revealing skin of
an alter ego putting
his sadness
to rest
but he watches time drip
slower than a slipping goodbye of
a dying comedian
an audience cannot see
true emotion by a face
make-up ruined
they can't see his small ticks
his nose can't grow from
the lie that he is living
because its been replaced
with plastic containing true emotion
to bring life
to thousands
while his and theirs rock on a scale
slants his life into oxygen
but leaves the man behind the make-up
behind the red, blue.
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC
a fully make-up ridden face
a single streak, ruined
by a tear revealing skin of
an alter ego putting
his sadness
to rest
but he watches time drip
slower than a slipping goodbye of
a dying comedian
an audience cannot see
true emotion by a face
make-up ruined
they can't see his small ticks
his nose can't grow from
the lie that he is living
because its been replaced
with plastic containing true emotion
to bring life
to thousands
while his and theirs rock on a scale
slants his life into oxygen
but leaves the man behind the make-up
behind the red, blue.
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