Happiness is dead

Here I hide in these hallowed halls.
Behind this face you made for me.
"Just smile and wave don't frown and cry."
"This isn't our last goodbye."
You take me everywhere hiding out of sight.
Not noticing when I'm gone.
I know these rooms in which we sleep tonight.
These silent, deadly tombs.
You take the gun and take the knife.
You point one at my head and shoot.
And you kill the happiness in you.