Without a Heart

Night falling at the break of day.
Extending even into children's play.
The mind of man without a heart to care.
Closing hands that never learned to share.
Searching for perfection that can never be achieved.
Eyes blinded to unending souls in need.
Physical equations to confuse the multitude.
Confusing their mechanics with a mood.
The cure of one can curse so many others.
The healing of the others can cause harm unto the one.
With the purest of intention,
an unsavory temptation can be born.
At night, while under cover, do they mourn?
For loss of love that might bring understanding.
For costs forever set too high.
For contemplation turned into another homespun alibi.
And oh, the pain caused by the many
overwhelming, overlapping lies.
They hold themselves within their solitude.
Seeking a redemption from clichés and attitudes.
Painting on another face before they face the crowds.
False laughter covers over every tear within the shroud.
Terrorized by the unknown that lives within their soul.
Facing out instead of in, they sin.
Mea culpas screamed in silent rooms.
Wizards full of feeling flying round the darkened moon.
Night falling at the break of day.
Extending even into children's play.
The mind of man without a heart to care.
Closing hands that never learned to share.
Searching for perfection that can never be achieved.
Eyes blinded to unending souls in need.
Altering the definitions of man's sick societies...

? Michaelette ?

11/05/2005
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