Broken Spindles

Painted Boy Face

An aching actress
Leeching the lenient
Sucking old sores
Dry and hollow

commotion in common
dreaming of drama
a rotted relation
dead before born

eyes closed and making mistakes
can't see the truth of cut, bleed, pain
the days grow dim with midnight dark
a pair falling won't get far

a cycle of sickness
the patient's placebo
a false work of fiction
bought before read

eyes shut tight fusing to one
can't see the burned go moving on
up and away the sun burns black
disfigured from a turned back

your painted boy face
runs for ratings
deceiving the decent
you are a noise