Staind Mouth

I stain my mouth with lies to cover up the blood,
They seal there secrets away underneath forked tongues,
Sell them to the first buyers for trinkets and bobbles,
The most eager of shadows that feed off there grief,
I hide mine through painted smiles and practiced laughter.

The wind carries sounds of whispers to steal the innocence,
The agony of the child with no voice, with no choice,
Steal away and run through the feilds, eclipsed by a black moon,
These types of memories wash away,
of ghost and of goblins,
of things that go bump in the night,
of quiet screams and fragile life.

But they do not wash away for me,
like cheap silver that bleeds into copper.
I am still the follish child,
hideing under a blanket waiting eagerly for mournings light.
These spectors still haunt me,
These demonds still taunt me,
and yet I continue to stain my mouth,
To look the other way,
And to ignore the sold secrets coming my way.