The Rhythm Of Heart

Golden, black and white,

Cloaked to mount heat and light;

It's just a color

With time it gets duller;

Red runs through blue,

Rantings grow faster than flu;

My bare skin

Didn't let me in,

Opportunities were eluted,

Voices been muted,

Is nature too unfair

Like the human race?

Or more keen

In shooting its rays on the skin?

Dark glows in the day and night

Stare into the soul,

They tell you real from unreal,

The rhythm of the heart is surreal

Remaining is just bones and flesh