A crooked smile rests on my face,

But if you took the time,

And gaze into my eyes,

You would see no light,

But rather Storm clouds,

that billow and churn.

I haven't seen the light,

Nearly forgetting what it was once like,

to feel the warmth that it brought.

A mist like grey shroud

Blocks and clouds my vision.

My life's been taken over

By a sadistic grandfather clock.

Time haunts and taunts me,

There's no way to keep up..

But if you ask me how I've been,

Slowly, I'll look up and grin;

And with a tone full of lies,

Happy, Calm, And normal

I'd Reply "Oh, I'm okay."