When you smile,
Does a frown play in your eyes?
When you laugh,
Does the empty sound fly,
And stop your breathing?
When you walk with pride,
Is it more like false attitude?
When you fall to save your tears,
Does crying feel better than laughter?
When the sunset falls,
With flickering lights,
Letting everyone know they are there,
When black clouds fill the stars,
And an orange slit cuts the sky,
The hours are fleeting,
When you look to a puddle,
Do you see a reflection?
…Of anything?
When sketches move,
Stiffly walk,
Turn their heads,
With black eyes,
Anxiety starts to pulse out,
To fill the dark contrast,
When your upper lip,
Thrusts itself out,
And your bloodshot eyes,
Start to pout,
When leaking saltwater,
Drips in rhythm,
With the steady rain,
Of the others, of them,
When you close your eyes,
And they never open again,
Will the darkness stop?
Will the light win?
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