I will no longer drink in the deception,
You so beautifully painted for me.
I will not be the fool,
In what you construct as a parade.
I realize now that behind the makeup,
of a true believer,
Lies the weathered skin of a bitter soul.
Lies can't penetrate honesty,
Nor bitterness true joy.
The sorrow I cast upon,
Your shallow life will,
Like you,
Fade.
But this i promise,
As the least i can do.
To leave you with your brush and powder,
To trick a new fool.