Lydia

Through the searching lights

That weave and dart

Comes the stranger that cares

Not for your heart

The pain of living life this way

Must take its toll on you some day.

Your jaded eyes can't see

Embarrassment or harm

The frail skin that bleeds

Emotionally on guard.

All lowest forms of life

Are pounding you inside

Your hollow cold display

Your tired masquerade

Let the image that you present entice

Unlike the mirror that shows the strains of vice

This act of contact your decay

While willing souls will more that pay.

Your jaded eyes can't see

Embarrassment or harm

The frail skin that bleeds

Emotionally on guard.

All lowest forms of life

Are pounding you inside

Your hollow cold display

Your tired masquerade