Sitting together,
Leaning close,
The electricity,
Lighting the neon,
In your eyes,
Gazing into mine,
Seeing nothing,
Which was all it took,
To turn off the current,
And **** the light

Your smile has become
more inviting
than the graves of those I once
loved.

Your eyes never lied
Though your smile did;

Often.

Your upturned lips
A sordid grin
But your eyes;

Haunted.

Flashing teeth
Bright and white
But your eyes;

Cold.

Your eyes never lied
But your smile did;

Often.