Of Smoke and Mirrors Little feet go pitter pat across the floor; Light laughter smiles down at me with

pity, Whilst I search on desperately for he who closed my door. Who thought themselves so bold, so witty? My words ensnare me with their lifeless fingers And images flicker, fireworks behind my eyes; I smell the perfume of a future that didnt linger. Such worthless words, pointless prattle and listless lies Were draped across the innocence of my youth. But now that Time has come along, taken what He will, Realitys crumbled down on me like shards of glass, forsooth This melancholic tragedy has left me with a hefty bill My mark is now mine alone to be made. This treachery wont keep this macabre game from being played.