Wicked Sense

Tearing through the sky,

And searching through the sea,

But I still can't find something to believe in,

Past the lonely eyes, starring back at me.

Starving in the winter winds,

Lasting only for a while.

I find a little place to hide away

Behind a friendly smile.

I see the lies,

So blatant told.

But time has kept me silent,

With a mouth of cold.