Listen
It's a cruel melody when you hear
the purest of innocents being shredded
by a world that pulses seductively
with a dangerous and unstoppable song on repeat,
Lies are the lyrics,
Eyes are the singer,
Hearts play out the beat,
Fingers orchestrate it all,
the cruel melody of life...
To those pure in heart
this is the cruelest melody,
something they feel unable to accept,
To those already seduced
this is the meaning of life,
Lies, pleasure, pain, money,
Love is an almost lost commodity
It's accepted with wide eyes and huge smiles but
Inwardly the word is processed like poison,
Something unwanted as it brings weakness,
and weakness brings pain and destruction,
Oh this cruel melody continues, swirls, vivid yet dull,
Like a Nymphaea Red Flare
that blossoms in the twilight
with its multicolored forms,
Emitting a faint but pungent smell,
Something that cannot be ignored
yet something that is cloaked in the shadows....
How beautiful, yet tragic are
those of us who scramble to find its brief beauty for moments of pleasure
before returning to a world of pain.