Your Smile Is A Weapon Darling

Your smile is a weapon, dressed in lace,

A bullet wrapped in a porcelain face.

You shine like dawn, but I see dusk —

There’s venom laced in every husk.

I hate it — not from envy’s bite,

But from the blood you spilled in night.

You grin like saints, you fool the crowd,

But I remember you screaming loud.

You wear your joy like it’s rebirth,

While I dig graves into this earth.

Your happiness is forged in theft,

Of every piece of me that’s left.

So smile wide — it won’t be long,

That crooked joy will rot in song.

And when your mask begins to tear,

I’ll be the shadow… standing there.