2. Pariah Party

Twisted fads and fated tales,
Clutching hope to no avail.
Bleeding mad from dated nails,
Love is strong, kills as gales.

Holding onto a figure,
Cracking under the pressure.
Listening to romance
Suppressing gleeful dance.

Aurora of an angel, falling from heaven.
Spin into the atrium, is this forsaken?

Flying through sound and wave,
Crashing at light.
No sense of reality,
What a delight?

Complications heed to me.
Walk in the park, love under trees.
Emotions are desperately
Seeking validity.

On a wire, let us stop and stare.
If we fall, would you even care?
No motion, I’m losing touch.
Bruising sense from the loving punch.

Talking in code, let us steal and sneak.
Losing you, would you even speak?
Emotion, I am now devoid,
Fusing into the deep black void.

Aurora of an angel, falling from heaven.
Spin into the atrium, is this forsaken?

Do I care too much?
Should I just steer clear?
Too difficult to keep you near.
Have a cigarette, this death’s on me.
Welcome to the Pariah Party.

Graham Watts