Smiles

The stares, the laughters
The look and smiles
And crossed fingers behind your back
Severed ties and fake smiles
And forked tongues
Reactionless, quiet and frail
No sparks
Nothing more to give
No more promises to keep
I live life cheating death
Holding arguments against myself
Keeping both feet steady in a world of grief
I dance alone
I live life laughing at death
And when it’s laughing back
I have no regrets
To hell with the fakes
Heaven’s made for the snakes
The soil will cover the dead
The void that’s left for the quiet and frail