The Color of Your Eyelids

Beaming eyes and sharp tongues
Remind me of what side I'm on
Sadness pulls  at your eyes and begs for tears
Mr. Sun reminds you of the due date to your fears
As this all comes at you
That blackhole you called a smile
Slowly reveals the true identity of stress
Which puts our minds to a test
With each breath you waste a minute
Life is calling your name with open arms but has a few tricks up it's sleeve
Death just needs a handshake, it's hard to believe
The easiest thing you ever did was a handshake
Too bad it was your biggest mistake