The tinted shades hide

Any sign of weakness

Within your cold blue eyes

And your ice-white teeth glint

Within your mouth

Sharpened curves of enamelled flint

And you smile

But no-one smiles with eyes anymore

Perhaps it makes their cheeks too sore

So they hide their frowns deep within

Their permanent masks carved in metal tin

And your body curves

In gentle shape

Curls caressing the shiny nape

Of your twisted neck

You can see everything

But we're tinted in blacks

No rose paint stored in our shaky shacks

And life is dark in this day and age

No one enlightened you:

The sky is just the roof of our cage