Elegy

Written at about 6:30 am before sleep has visited me. It has no rhyme scheme, or syllable build, no poetic devices. More of a... well... Spoken word if you will?
I don't know if it's the appropriate thing to say, but,
Enjoy.


Words are spoken
Hollow spells form lies
Bonds are forged to fickle forms
A touch of crimson, a rush of peach

The mirrors of their souls
Reflect false images
Hands grip one-another
For reasons misconstrued

Compassion is shared,
With devious undertones
Greed and lust take hold
As hands slip from the wheel

Numbness consumes and desires are filled
Sensation, redefined as a parody is formed
New feelings replace the old
No one noticed the shift

That which was profane
Now, is common and accepted
The life line once so sacred
Now, an organ, red and simple

Stars and light
Elation and ecstasy
Things and People that bring these
All tools in the main goal

Surely the change in the weather
Is just a rain drop in the ocean
But this, is an elegy for all hearts
This is the death of love