You hear the sneers beneath your laughter,
Like quivering arrows shot in the air.
Your own voice taunts and mocks you,
The living mirror of a lie’s contraire.
Making up excuses just to remain calm,
Soon out of things to make you feel numb.
Go on and hide the scars in the sun,
Your acting skills are second to none.
Every day’s fear swallows you up whole,
Giving birth to yet more doubt in your soul.
As each time is spent with a life on the edge,
You see yourself simply waiting for death.
Constantly at present with tales of the past,
You’re idly staring while others prance.
Where is that heart you wear on your sleeve?
Emotion has left you and oh, does it grieve.
Torn apart by the unknown you so fear,
Where the knight is kept in a little girl’s dream.
Dreading for the day you finally get to breathe,
For now you’re still stuck gasping in your coffin.
Remember though in your deepest of depths,
Exists a single string gliding from the web.
Whispering softly like the sliver of a note,
Waiting for your strength to come grab and hold.