Does anyone know?
Can they sense the break?
The hollow-cheek’d innocence
Is a facade and a joke.
The bleak world
Which consists
Of:
Battered feet;
Bleeding from wear,
Cracked skin,
Stitched lips,
And no one could care.
This painted on smile,
and the bulge of the worms
Which writhe and feed
Inside my skull,
The shiny little lights of agony
That burn in my eyes
They burn beyond reason
and I am lost
Can they sense the break?
Does anyone know?