The Faces we Make

The faces we make are used to deceive.
We make them subconsciously,
always polite,
From our worst friends to our best enemies.

The faces we make show our deepest secrets,
They pretend to hide the madness within.
Often fake, able to be seen through,
that describes the faces we make.

So why do we make them?
In a world of fake, why not be real?
Or is it because we conform,
following the faces in front of us?

For that reason I want to break the mirror.
It is what keeps my light from showing.
Break the fake, rip the plastic,
Wipe the smile off your faces.

The world is fake because we made it so.

Coming Home

Coming home to hunger,
coming home to cold,
maybe not even coming home.
It's not the life I imagined.

Coming home to unclothed children,
Coming home to a crying wife,
Maybe not even coming home at all.
That's not the life I planned for.

Coming home to no lights,
Coming home to no water,
Maybe not even coming home.
This is not the life I asked for.

Coming home with empty pockets,
Coming home to handouts and donations,
Maybe not even coming home.
This is what I was dealt.
This is what we were given.
This will not last forever.

Song

Red fire rings circle the ocean
gleaming in red the curves of your name
Spinning wildly out of control
The hypnotize and dramatize the passion in your soul.

Calling me, walling me in
Keeping me inside the light
The ring of flame has me trapped,
enthralled by the sparks and the ash.
I'm alone, but not at all.

Rooms inside, caving in
on all the lonely thoughts.
Me inside is filling you up,
taking away the holes.
Keep that fire burning me.

Calling me, walling me in.
Keeping me inside the light.
Candles light the way down
further to your real heart.
You're alone. but not at all.

You're waiting for me to reach the top,
waiting for some kind of escape.

You want to be taken away
from all sight, sound and feeling.

When the dark is found. so we will.

Calling me, walling me in.
Keeping me inside the light
I'm running out of time in our long eternity.

Shed now the blood from before
So we might drink in our new escape

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