somewhere between these fake smiles
and broken wings
youll find me
hell bent
on dirt stained knees
fingers digging in
caked with sin
all pretty words
with no substance to feed them
but dreams
modest grace
with innocent eyes
yet nothing is ever
as it seems
lips clenched
while screaming
for a deeper meaning
something more substantial
than these tears
spread out on paper fantasies
and prismatic prayers
destinies whore
dressed in silk wrapped sorrow
and i lost myself
somewhere along the way
yet somewhere buried
between this dirt
and these
ink etched epitaphs
of fallen stars
youll find me