~Do you hide behind a smile?
And do not let them see
Behind the mask of grins
and innate ecsatcy.
I wear a bind upon my finger
Not for love or simple fact
Is it cowardly to keep it
Or cowardice that holds me back?
From pale,limp hands i took it
And placed it on my own
Couldn't bare to close the windows
Or chisel any stones
And still it sits there waiting
Silver blinking back at me
Staring, Watching, Waiting
Waiting for its cease.
Waiting always waiting
For it's reclaim to me
And still to hide
behind the mask
still laughing
always crying
always dying many times
For there's silver that the grey still wants
And who am I to hide
It blinking back at me
Never losing its pale shine.
