SMILING IS A LIE

I know I need to cry, I wait on the tears,

there slow and on the sly, tangled to the fears.

It seems as though i'll die, broken and alone,

smiling is a lie,  choken on a bone.

I try to purge from an empty well,

it's more than an urge within my cell.

A sudden surge from deep will dwell,

glorified in my own house of hell.

I know I need to cry, to relieve the pain,

I pray for the tears, to fall like rain.

I'm falling in the darkness, into an abyss,

Surrounded by a sharpness, clouded by the mist.

I see a silhoeutte, that shadows my descent,

it speaks to my regret but the words seem bent.

It's raspy dragging s's, somewhat like a snake,

quick and slow it stresses words hard to make.

I'm fighting back the mist,not finding any purchase,

escaping with a twist, the anger in me searches.

Searching through the tears, searching through the lies,

sifting through the fears, falling from the skies.

         I know I need to cry.