The variety bombards you with an insanely large amount of choices ,
How to choose…
When all seem equally tantalizing…
Each one is begging you to pick it, to chose it,
For you to be the queen of its heart.
Bottles of wine line the sidewalks as the choices pile up,
Tears fill the bottles to the brim as
Desperation takes over and the bitterness drowns you,
Using “smile” as the main theme
Seems futile, like salt in the sea.
The cynical smile looks down on you,
She paid for the entertainment And expect to get what she wants
Self-satisfied, smug, a prig
You would rather pay to see her fall
Tell me the truth
Yes you do
Because reality will soon come calling
The town soaked in red
Everyone is gone, houses empty
Say what is on your mind,
While the destruction wrecks havoc on your mind
You will become but a shell
And yet
You still want to believe
Though it is long gone
The dogs run through the town
Shooting them on sight with no mercy
Who will bring you back?Will you find your way without them?
Would you turn your back on your friend,
A knife in the face, through the heart
Others would not back down
Face them
For the first time Mona Lisa,
Save the world.
