Poetry is my expo marker and music is my heroine.
Yet life is my enemy and death is satan's gates.
Deppression is the Devil's disease and happily ever after is a faraway land.
My smile is nothin but a mask and my frown is well nothing at all.
So just slip me some poetry and let me get my daily dose of music.
And maybe I'll laugh a real laugh and smile my own smile.
But as soon as that smile fades and that joke is "so yesterday" I'll have ti face the Devil within myself.
And for sure it'll ruin what that smile has produced and burns the memory of that laugh and fill that space with self hate.