a foul flurry of activity to and from head to soul
Channeling a million feelings through a single port. Bulging overload
Although There's only so much emotion
That can squeeze through a beating stone
But yet I never speak
Calm and measured is carved deep into each and every facial feature
The great pretender, wearing a mask for a face to disguise the bruises of inner weakness.
Deceiving the eyes of even the deepest perceiver
Though they never see,
Maybe not now
Never before a crowd
Not that I'm too proud
Or that I'm part God with divine powers
Its That Just that when it comes to emotion am a confessed coward
See, a fragile mind is an emotions playground
Mind games is the foundation upon which Lucifer builds his house
The eyes is the windows to the soul? Of course
...Peeping out the curtains to see Satan sitting on my porch,
Repeatedly gazing upon his watch, pacing back and forth
Behind the the cracked walls of a crumbling fortress...
Walls that's upheld the integrity of one too many wars
Eyes parched to a tear.
Welcoming with a smile.
But deep inside,