Irony Waters

The corridor to her heart Was lined by shelves with dusty books The walls were adorned with a myriad of portraits For whom all had haunting looks Upon first entering there was ample room One could turn around to run And now it is as though I'm a bullet chambered in a gun Bleeding through my armor plated chest its clear to me There's no such thing as manifest destiny In the hallway of my life I stand before The last door at the end To petrified to knock, much less let myself in The open palms of want were turned upside down As offerings were thrown upon uneven ground Isn't it funny how quick things change When what we want gets re-arranged Sides chosen for their beauty can turn ugly by time And the air just gets thinner the higher up that we climb In a bed of tragedy wicked thoughts are spawned As one lover drowns the other in a heart shaped pond Investigators send samples of the water to a lab to be tested Where there is a man in a white coat who has nothing invested The results are rich in iron and high in agony A crown of thorns laced with bitter irony