Million dollar smiles are worth nothing.

Lanterns will not go out. Flames will not stop burning until they reach the core and this smoke, it thickens the air, a heavy mist that will never rest, like white ghosts smothering our breath as the bidders blow out death, so stop breathing until we pass. Lungs are blocked, hearts are silent...dead. Brick by brick the insults build and when I reach the top I'll await the fall, as you push me and claim the "glory". You've really done it now and runined the ending, the plot's twist is spoiled as you told me your lines. We think of you as we break the walls where we wrote over your names with "friendships fall". The last card dealt was failure, we'll drown you in the tears. It's always so cold when you come to town, but I won't shiver, we know better. Let's play roulette with a barrel full of insults and compliments, we'll get what we deserve.

Written by Chris Yeoman - 2003