I will bring it back again.
Add a fresh coat.
To this painted grin.
Theatrical show.
Devoid of knives
But full of cloaks
These lucky charms.
Deal me great harm.
Is it really so?

Deceivers and web weavers.
Elusive crowns, inverted frowns.
Death bringers and desperate grievers.
Which the world revolves around.
Every rose has it’s thorns.
Few things are pure.
Good and evil, tainted and torn.
Few things are sure.

The pendulum swings.
Ticking-tocking, scythes.
The death, life brings.
Hello and goodbye.
Romantic Cynic.

Very nice!

thanks