Feet of Clay

[Sarongsongbluez89]

The happy faces speak while hiding
their tongues, spotted
like the blue and purple-inflicted
hands that are decaying.

And as valleys stretch across
these poked and prodded hands,
they hold on to mine, warning me
to turn a deaf ear to those
happy faces.

I never knew my hands could be colder
than the dying.

[saw]

last stanza is killer, bluez........beware of happy faces....reminds me of the motown song lyrics...."smiling faces, sometimes they don't tell the truth " ( The Temptations )......nice work