Fire and Blood

"You can't be sad, it's bad for business".

So I'm wearing a sleazy shirt and put on my widest smile;

I pour them them drinks that make them men, and listen to their endless talk. I chuckle when it seems right. Often they just stare with a filrting smile of their own. I do my best to keep smiling back, but it just hurts my cheeks, and my lips crack dry. So I let myself stop sometimes, only to recieve a sudden, "you should smile" comment, as if my hours of kind smile never existed. I can feel my blood boiling with fury to the reference of my smile.

 

"Why aren't you smiling?" I don't know from whom it's worse to hear, a random stranger on the street or a costumer to whom I just smiled for two hours without a cease until my lips went bloody and my cheeks aching and numb then gave myself a short fucking break.

Yes, my smile sells. They all love my smile, either that or they use it as the most annoying ice breaker. But I never really liked my smile. I am seriously prettier with tears in my eyes.

I am really trying hard not to get lost within this smile of mine.

in masquerades

The throne's been empty for too long

Paradise for those who play along

and the fortunate ones

I've been listening to the voice

at night

And he is right

I am the chosen one

And my shepherd, he has paid my ride

I will go with a smile

I've been begging for the public eye

Now watch me fly

Can you see what I've become

So expose me - I shall be released

When the flesh paints the street

I was walking through the valley of

the living dead

Did not count the tears I shed

Always chasing those elusive dreams

A of blood in the stream