Triumph

My ear is deaf to church's bell,
My spirit's destined to rebel,
And wisely do I use my eyes
To look at those who trust my lies
With contempt; knowing that I am
Their death approaching in disguise.

My lips designed to flatter all,
To keep them under my control,
To tell one day I love them much
And other sentiments as such,
To then, another day arrives,
Tell them directly in their eyes,
They interest me not anymore!

And then, again, I would play dumb,
And chew their hearts like bubblegum,
And they'll come back, they'll tell me 'Please!',
I'll see them falling on their knees,
To - just for once! - my heart disclose
And show them glimpse of who I was
Back then when I would put a smile
Upon my face  - but for a while! -
Before that charming, sweet fa;ade
No longer served as winning card.

To live is to embrace triumph,
To this I am a living proof.
Or else - to live pathetic life! -
I'd rather stab me with a knife.