that happy boy you saw beneath the shallow plastic and shining paint, was just a joke, embarassed midday heat tried to hide and keep from show and telling everthing that is already clear to me, i wrote out my life on the devils pined to the wall, tattooed tongues born from the fine lines on my fingertips ink well still dark poison running scarlet marrying a time that wont ever be fulfilled, like nothing ever is. then only the sun can separate my lights from my darks stretch it out as long as it goes going no where at all.