The Smile Behind You
Don’t turn around,
Smile.
Look at me, and the light.
Of my eyes, They drip blood.
Don’t turn around,
Smile.
Forsaken me now.
In the middle of nowhere.
Don’t turn around,
Smile.
Bleed for me.
Bleed for me, and the wife.
Don’t turn around,
Smile.
Home is here, with the bees.
Burn, with the hive.
Which fell.
Don’t turn around.
Take a seat,
Right behind you,
SMILE.
Copyright © Dylan Goomansingh | Year Posted 2019
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