#hiddenmonsters

Smiles that bite

Breathe in, breathe out, You soothe her softly. So fair and rare, A precious gem. Raw beauty in the morning, Eyes shinning bright. Soft lips sing, Of sweet lullabies. She's insecure, Full of shy little looks. But let her sit, let her bloom, And out comes a flower shining like the moon. She's afraid, She's brave, Full of childlike wonder, Whose to say she's going under. They've clipped her wings, And tied her down. They said she's finished, Six feet underground. Her unquiet mind, Hiding a faint whisper of who she used to be. An innocent child, Who was carefree and oh so wild. But when she reached the lowest point, Where her heart craved the sharpened knife, She heard the little voice inside, Screaming life, and reminding her why.

It's the time of night When the street lamps cast their shadows. The phantom hour, Full of cigarette smoke and cinnamon breath. Cherry red lips sip softly at half full wine glasses, Their heavy lidded eyes suggest adventure. Drunken men hunt the streets For their lost dignity. Their wives raiding their drawers, In search of some solace as to why they lied. Young girls parade around, Becoming victims of the night. A masked city, Hiding behind a veil of deceit.