RMC

With the stare of your happy thoughts,
the truth about me is forgot.
What I am underneath complete
is released from the prison I got.

Underneath the dark cloud
loud in a sphere we hold dear proud
is the value of my every day face;
it frowns for I can’t hide truth’s crown.

There is a God I see everyday
she wears makeup in everyway
to say that the truth she prays
is behind a fake face.

I don’t care I have lies too
they protect me from you
my dear who is not true to do
the things you did you know I’m blue.

The rain under this gloom
is fierce but cleans away with a broom
she is off soon to fly against the moon
and intoxicate the senses that brood.

I’m in a happy mood
and I won’t let that feeling leave
because I know in the snow
bodies lie and sleep while they grieve.

Everyone has their own shell
and the things they will tell
will be their truthes for a spell
but what never changes we know well.

Abandon ourselves and our greed
I feed the demons that bleed
for the senses that we think we need
need stress relief.