Crooked Smiles

A sallow sense of doom escapes Reminiscent states of baited breath Seeping into every thread Of this mortal being Slumber still with crooked smiles Suspended in the strangest ire Another life there predicts The tragedy of feeling Embracing each of those illicit lies We tell ourselves to sleep at night Would we see what's left If no longer dreaming Swallows continue to sing their songs The tide still complicit to her moon All remains that once was Reality in waiting