I see you slipping
into your old patterns
A kaleidoscope,
Of your pretentious love
Love, that you know nothing of
I see you smiling
A mundane chore,
Worse than gore
For you can't paint the world
In stark shades of red
I see the cracks in your veneer
And what lies beneath is
An empty husk
Devoid of passion,
Yet you whine to me about love
I see you disgustingly damp
With insecurities and flaws
Holding me captive with your claws,
A dead look in your eyes
Whilst you whine to me
About my selfish soul
I see now
There is no one quite like you
Only you can make love
Sound like a soul less job
