Paint a Smile on My Face

Shards of broken stars fall; piercing into my broken heart,
As the Angels of Death cackle; trying to break me apart,
And my ears are pulsing to the horrid sound of their words,
Strewn across the bloody sky; I stand at the end of the world.

They throw me to the ground; kick black dirt into my face -
Laughing and pointing as they watch me fall from grace,
And there's an already dug grave in the corner of the sea,
As I stand at the bottom in the ropes and chains of mediocrity.

The moon shines down; a spotlight on the final scene,
And they burn what they said; light it up in kerosene,
But their hearts flutter as they watch me beg for peace -
Paint a smile on my face and start to solemnly feast.

-Jenna Elphick
July 2, 2007

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Metaphoric for the sense of the harm that others words can do. So, the Angels of Death would be society and those opposed to the way others live their life.