Like a mime slowly going through the motions of...
Doing everything that he thinks is right...

Perfectly rigid you stand there staring.
That same sweet smile upon your face...

A puppet master with strings made of words,
You put on the greatest show of them all...

Sprinkles of sorrow leak from puffy clouds,
As the sky turns to a tinted blue gray...

Little porcelain doll,
With skin as smooth as ivory silk...

Never ending quest,
Searching for the cure of this loneliness...

I walk as a shadow.
Empty within this living shell...

Stinging pressure strikes the heart,
Permanently imprinting, a flame does start...

Loose actions bring filth and decay,
Spoiling the skin as it peels away as rancid...

First meeting, within an instant
You have me, I'm yours...

Grey wisps waft within the air,
Envelopes a nearby child...

Tick, tick, tick, goes the tapping of fingertips;
As the 3PM bomb approaches sweet climax...