Burning fake smiles
Painted on plastic faces
Can you see
Their pain
Tied up in ribbons?
Flashing across there
Haunted eyes?
Falling short
Of a song to pierce
Through the dark?
I see them
For who they are -
The beautiful fallen
angels reborn.
Hanging by delicate,
Crimson strings.
But as I reach out to
Touch there flightless
feathers, the illusion
Fades from my Safire
Eyes… for I am them
and they are me. Forever
Stuck in this thing called
life…