On a pedestal of expectations
My body stands
A smile in place, as my soul lands
Miles below
Where in their graves, the dead roll
The pain is fresh
The scars old
Nothing can heal
When you're all alone
A mockery is made
Of you and of me
When the bottle's been opened
And what's been concealed is spilt
Faces must be changed
Like a bulb
The light replaced
Fake in its wake
Sanity is at stake
When the tongue of a snake
Slithers it's way into your life
Peace is the goal
When you're dying of emotions
A burden that cannot be taken
Away or from
As being whole
Has not been achieved
When your life
Is anything but green
