Underdeveloped and enveloped in what's attractive
To every facet of the human condition
But what matters
Why does the truth go ignored
The lies go heralded as if
They're just what the world needs
That's why my eyes run crimson
Living in a world where knowledge is sour
And indecision is power
The man with one eye is king
While everyone else is a subject
The women have a wealth of power
And an equal wealth of ego
However they lack direction
My infectious smile, my personality
Do not go over well
As they've built this resistance to the real
and the unproven infect their every being
Course through their veins
Deconstructing what little integrity remained
One less reason for me to hope again
To show my face
To set aside my armor and soak in the sun
One less flower from which i can derive joy
Stuck in the winter, again.
