The Stare

Desensitized and mystified, 

          death defied by suicide, 

                    memerized by what he sees.

Horrified and immortalized, 

          rectified by truth... besides, 

                    what else can there be?

Take a look, a lasting look, 

take a picture, write a book, 

what is it that you see?

Behind my stare I lay quite bare, 

I never thought I'd ever care, 

behind this stare, my veneer... 

is me...      see?

In silver light, their masks delight, they hide behind their veil. 

They spin such lucid tales, of lust they do avail. 

They compliment and flirt and fly to sow the seeds of desire, 

but quickly do their long spun tales drift unto the mire. 

So happy thoughts and caution taught, I explore this world of theirs. 

I now know how to hold it back, my inner-self not shared. 

But keep these imps at distance, and keep behind the line;

and we will see if love does hold given nothing more than time.

~.~