Painted smile

My smile is painted
and faded
and looks like a fox baring sharp teeth
flashing in the light of day
standing between a lost rabbit
and an empty stomach.

How to choose?

My entire being is a mask
tasked
with keeping up appearances
for as not to show the world
my true self, my demons
my corpulence on pride and material objects
that define me as a species.

What did we lose?

The world outside my skull
is full
of noisy multitude
but there’s silence in my head
broken only by the whirring of cogs
of the mental machines
the ones that
observe, record and calculate
to find questions to answers
we never voiced out loud.

Is life a ruse?

There’s so much wrong with the world
so much disorder in the natural order
we are monsters
preying upon ourselves.

There are no true words anymore
no heroics in this wide world
there is no one to stop us, no one to reign us in
we will not be able to save ourselves.

The heroes of stories and lore
have lost and turned to villains
they will bury us alive
in graves we dug ourselves.

The world outside my life
is full of war and strife
filled with who can scream the loudest
but there’s a disturbing quiet in my head
the cogs have all stopped turning
the mental machines have stopped
their incessive gathering
of information.

Overflown but out of date.

The mask has fallen from my face
cracked and faded
showing the world my real me
as I appear to be
my true self, my demons
now run amok and gather chaos
with the rest of you.

Welcomed but loved in hate.

My painted smile is running from tears
flowing from fears
that the teeth and the bite have gone dull
from chewing the tough life
that I can no longer stomach
the harvest from the barren fields
that I will disappear
from sight, from mind.
And such is fate.

18.01.2017 © Daniel L. Raven [Count Daniël Luchies]