Your spirit seems ever enlivened - but is there something else you protect?
Your smile gleams gilded like sunlight - but is it just camouflaging you?

Does the pain crescendo in ice cold climaxes that leave you with nothing at all
Just broken within?

My beguiling friend...

All my questions you refuse to answer
It seems that you're ignoring my voice
You don’t have to maintain this facade
You don't have to pretend
You don't have to conceal all your regret
But you just smile as if to say
"How could you understand?"

Knowing you won’t say it
What is it that would sate your hunger
The immortal insecurities that inhibit you from confession?
The bedeviled drive?

I don't know if you could even tell me
But I'll be there if you're broken