Tuesday, March 10, 2009

clinicals

wide eyes stare  dull
not brilliant flame
or sudden spark
no life to live past the motions

hands shake evermore
uncontrollable shrieks
no reality
nothing to keep hold of

no love behind the smile
a small reassurance 
a face of lies
lips pulled up from pity

hearts shatter
feet slip
nothing for yourself
time begins to turn on  you