Pictures are hypocrites,
Caught in a stand-still.
Capturing scenes,
Smiles unyield.
Split second faking,
Pretending is at its height.
The sun brightens the picture,
The light never reaches my eyes.
My back, the knife twists,
Wait, make that two.
You still smile,
And I do too.
The blood pools,
No one notice.
Pain increasing,
Clench my fist.
Then I stop smiling,
No one fathoms.
So save my breath,
Almost done.
Brief moments of mock happiness,
A thousand shots.
The camera flashes,
I'm a fraud.
No more, I can not.
But I love pictures,
Always do.
Need the illusion,
When I'm blue.
I guess I'm a hypocrite, too.
