Days littered with masks of disguise
After the tragic ill-fated demise
Of a long preserved innocence
Breathing it's last in your hands.
Nights approach with silent footfalls
And beckons dreams of fright
As masks that hide finally slip off
The real face comes to life.
In the bitter aftermath of this loss
Changes invade life, swallow it whole.
Words ring empty as broken promises.
Love paces the alley of perfected pretence.
Pretence is a float, gliding down a parade
Smile at the mob, give them a wave
Shield from the crowd, feet off the ground
The perfect mask to wear, floating on a cloud.
No more childish sincerity
Welcome to second guessing honesty
For deceased is innocence
And left in its wake..pretence
