Liquid pain under the silver moon

The cracks and crevices I have filled with liquid pain.

And under the moonlight on the chilly night, it freezes to precious metal.

I wear it on my sleeve like an ornament.

Its reflections dancing before my eyes like an old movie.

Its rythym bleeds like a beautiful symphony into my ears.

As I surf through the waves of emotions, I must also fight the tangles of webbed deception.

The deception that is my strength.

The fluid smile covering my flowing tears.

Perfection etched like a wound carved in the shape of an image.

When I look to the lucid moon as she basks in the after glow of the sun, I see my dreams and wishes disappear with the shooting star into an unknown horizon.

I see my despair come forth after a long night like the rising sun. 

Sparkling and divine like precious silver in the shape of a person.