Inside, underneath those innocent smiles

rip off the lips - there's darkness.

Grins that stretch the farthest

Slamming up agianst me.

I can't win anymore.

He comes, he goes -

he plays with my controls.

the breaks fail, he's unstoppable now.

And digging under the ribs

is a heart that pleads for sympathy,

for forgiveness in litany

intercepting, something cackles

In my brain, he curses delightedly

loud over the heart's sobs.

If I can never hear where memory jogs

Can I throw him out then?

When real tragidies inject,

will he be gone

or merge into the pain, so long

to haunt me?