The silent tears, and empty fears. The face is worn, it shows the years. Who's face is this, the face of pain, the face that's pale, as pure cocaine.
The silent stares, and empty glares. The eyes are blank, it shows the wear. Who's eyes are these, the eyes of death, the eyes that are potent, as crystal meth.
The silent cries, and empty sighs. The mouth is closed, it shows the lies. Who's mouth is this, the mouth of you, the mouth as unvoiced, as the drug called truth.
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Dark Pages: Poetic Justice
Poetry[Dark Poetry] There's always a dark side to things.