The Flesh of Innocence
In smoke filled rooms
Eyes feed
On the flesh
Of innocence
Wants fuel the imagination
As sanity lingers
Mans putrid need
To satisfy his urges
Create a demand
For taught skin
And callow minds
Fixated, fixated, fixated,
On the dollar signs
Spent, earned, forgiven,
Lost
Forever
In a purple haze
The music stops
As lipstick stains
Mar reality
We look the other way
Shay
We look the other way;
ReplyDeletevision stays the same,
blinders serve to guide,
no obliteration,
litigtion and reflection,
subjection,
soon are we to see the walls of the maze,
but the knowledge is not
liberation.