Forever trapped in my world of frozen blood smiles,
porcelain skin, and empty
black eyes;
I whisper to the children, in the
fearsome dark,
of the
shadows wherein truth lies.
Years passed, and their youth was slowly stolen away
by
Time, the night's still,
silent thief;
Alone, they have left me, to live the
rest of their lives,
however borrowed and brief
Yet I am certain, with my frozen smile, that their
faith I have forever
broken;
For in silence, I hear them curse me for
the
innocence that I had
once taken.
And I smile with my lips of faded crimson
and
ancient dust, as I lay in
wait;
For the children to return to me, as they
always do,
certain that
this is my fate.
I can wait forever for them,
And my black, empty
eyes
with my frozen smile
of blood.
This is, after all, my
harlequin punishment.
