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
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