feel the hell

(?:H:23.09|18.3.09:Y:?] ©c.thomas.carter





good morning USA
Paper Dolls never
throw themselves away
pull on your Folded Shirt
Small Black Skirt
Painted Faces never Hurt
we cannot love him
so we'll lock him away
give him our tomorrows but
he'll never have today
what does it mean
to live here on this dirt
painful smiles and
few who really get to learn
born of a lie
and delusional fear
i heard words spoken
by an invisible man
as he stood right next to me
i believe in Face-Dancers
Shape-Shifters that tell
nothing but tall tales
for the sake of the Act
for the sake of building Hell
where i go every night
in my sleep, and feel
the echo in most of
my memories
i need to breathe in
smoke to get by
doesn't matter what
is burning so long as
it reaches my lungs
and blots out the
Sun in the Sky
and the Sunbeam
in my Eye