Illnath

Your smile so dim, your eyes alive
A gesture hides a vicious lie
Your face so clean, but deep inside
I know you're hiding something
A trace so faint, a chisel's scar
Carved piece by piece who you are
His head held high, but deep inside
I know you're hiding something
Pieta, you're the one and only truly holy sculpture
So now... sentenced by the divine tool I wheel he falls down
A crack and crackle, a thin black sear
Upon the surface pale and raw
Frozen for now, neatly carved
Deep in silence, clutching at straws
I crush the face, the crumbling lines
An expanding maze that seems alive