Pain and Paint

Tremendously guarded, with mask and malaise steel tipped and smiling through cloud lugging days Hundreds of frozen dreams melt on your back to be slipped on when least on your guard Blessedly smart, so they've said once or twice Always so gentle and saccharine nice If they only knew the exposure within They'd burn like a fire's obsession for air We'll find you at night washing white down the drain from the grease paint you don when your face is in pain We watch through the window as you sink to your knees in the pool of a million lost star dust decrees