Windows

They once said that the eyes are the windows to the soul.

There's nothing that can quite compare to what mine hold.

Silliness, amusement, mischief, and good laughs. What a wonderful masquerade!

If you took a closer look, you’d notice all those factors quickly..fade.

They come and go from time to time, just like everything else in my life.

The anguish, broken mirrors, and dark tint are the deep root cause of my strife.

Beneath this wall a pit of suffering hidden from all..

Blinding and writhing.

A pit of suffering behind smiling eyes,

Blinding and writhing, what a pretty disguise.

In which the truth is covered, and instead replaced with sweet lies.

How sad you’d never recognize.

Behind smiling eyes,

Hidden from all,

What a pretty disguise,

Beneath this wall.