Mask of Pain

The invisible hand of joy
Filled these words with life.
A crimson sun full of laughter
Lighting up the azure sky
With golden tears of hope
Cloaked in white sheets,
Covered in a midnight mask,
Black as death and coal
That assassinated clouds,
Marshmallows of flakes
Over the diamond blue sea
Masked by crimson blood
Wearing a flamboyant landscape,
Phosphorescent light apposite
For the blasé landscapes
In external extravagance,
Yet blithe but decaying
As if smiles wither briefly
Look at pessimistic things
Like living in Necropolis,
Petrified statues, so picturesque
Watching the sorrow rise
Into the blithesome sky
Deplete all smiles and laughter.