Bite my tongue and don't speak my time
Wait for others passion to intrigue my mind
study the cogs that tick their thoughts
Observe every minute tick that goes off on their pocket watch
Watch every glance from left to right
Approval to shun, if renewal after stun
I pay attention to how they present their shock values
Looking at the details in the mask that they value
Forked tongues wielded by angels who claim light
scorched for fun are the demons stuck in blight
The only difference is the untouched don't fight
preventing preserved wings from even taking flight
Just standing there watching with their eyes...
Behind a sealed mask.