Hollow smile

Depression follows like a hollow cloud
surrounding me in shadows
while my demons play with the pieces of my broken mind
still the ruby smile that's fixed upon my lips
attempts to hide the pain behind ocean blue eyes
slated from the agony of life wrapped in a tight little bow

Underneath, worked chapped lips,
my teeth shave off enamel,
such a grit, a death hold grip,
drips blood, upon my flannel,
but, beard's hue, a fire red,
reminds me to remain,
no stories, can be told by dead,
thus, shield me from the pain.