Sinner's Smile
A fractured reflection of the self we hide—where silence feeds what we refuse to face
"Sinner's Smile" Your ugliest moment thrives when you're alone, Licking your fingertips for one more good deed You're running out of complaints to admire, Thieves all turned liars, Beauty built with stolen pliers Might as well stay quiet for awhile You practice failure like breathing, You spoke of purity as a promise Like if desire was fatal But i observe your glitch when you hesitate Dance the imbalance when your desperate That shaking behind your mouth, That throat choking on the truth If no one stares Give them perfect care Perfect prayer gets you nowhere, You confess without a face No mask, No style, Just lies dressed in a crooked smile Don't worry what you're wearing Sunday in January, Drop your morals in sterile urinals, Once complex in cracked porcelain Now you're dying to let me in, Please just reveal You're not on trial Unveil your style, And show me your sinner's smile
