Dead Faces

You have no face

Your hands are crooked and old

Voice lost in a raspy cloud

There is nothing you can’t have

From the fancy things and shiny rings

You wear them proud

As if this is what life is all about

You paint your hair and nails

Change them with pretty colors

To help you get noticed by empty eyes

You would do anything for the pictures

The ones that carry dead faces

You would do anything for them

So there you are

Living the life you live

I can’t help but wonder

What will happen when you meet your end

Will you realize all of this was for nothing

Or will you try to take them with you

The pictures of the dead faces

You are a slave to them

You give a part of yourself away

They arrive with a pocket full of change

Empty their quarters into you

Knowing a prize is guaranteed

Sad this is who you are

And who you have become

Once before you were an angel so pure

Now you are a machine with one prize

One that is easy to obtain

All I need is a picture of a dead face

-Andrew Luna

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