An innocent white virgin grasps a cup of herbal tea
from beneath the round tree's vine-like fastening;
She holds it with indifference
thinking that believable masks can only cover for so long.
A regretful music instructor stretches out awkwardly
legs stuck between moving forward or falling behind;
She greedily gulps what numbs the dagger bearing pain
lack of any eccentric emotion.
A wild untamed mistress stares coldly
her crimson crevice gleaming with a black face;
She paints on what means absolutely nothing
throwing away the queen of hearts.
An unfaithful fallen cherub kneels on enemies
barely noticing the life calling out his name;
He does not embrace his high expectations
blind to wings of love.
Taken are they all from their individual worlds
who knows now what part they shall play?
The selfless giver
or possibly
the desirous receiver.
When the clock of time runs low on morphine
it comes down to the last words shouted aloud.
