there's no reason not to cry
there's no reason not to smile
so why fill your eyes
with the diamonds you despise?
and all the while
the flies are nigh dead
and all the while
the flies are nigh dead
so why hang your head?

the time for bed is here,
but sleep is no where near.
so you look for it in the spaces
between the twists and the twines
of the faces in your mind;
and your spine
you cannot climb
to nestle in the lime-light
when nothing about this time's right.
and you still can't fight your rot with thought.
you guess...
i guess not.

SHUT THE **** UP!
or should I say listen?
is it enough
just to watch the stars glisten?

Turn around.
to see if your shadow's feet are
on the ground.
that mirror made
of a masquerade
to see the change
of this masquerade