The Rhythm Of Heart
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