Cold Armor

Hide your face,
A masquerade.
Peirce your tongue with lies.
Natural botoxin
Created for the game,
Eyes as if they've died.

Flinty or Fraud?
Unquestioned prevarication,
To let you come within.
Buried biography,
Hidden behind the masque,
To cage the pain again.

I am nothing,
But indictable.
Just a broken soul.
Heart bleeding,
Segments of which you stole
Nothing fundemental left alive or whole.

I'll lie again,
For your Protection,
You'll never be the attestant.
Until the end-
I know it's coming-
For you, my eyes die again.