Lydia

Through the searching lights that weave and dart

Comes the stranger that cares not for your heart

The pain of living life this way

Must take it's toll on you some day



Your jaded eyes can't see

Embarrassment or harm

The frail skin that bleeds

Emotionally on guard



All lowest forms of life are pounding you inside

Your hollow cold display, your tired masquerade



Let the image that you present entice

Unlike the mirror that shows the strains of vice

This act of contact your decay

While willing souls will more than pay