I fear the darkness
behind bright eyes
The visible mask with
translucent disguises
Accustomed to
salaried costumes
The grit topped off
with perfume
And the button down
of cologne
Barely alone
Naked with or without purity
The lonely wants security
Flirty needs
Plant filthy seeds
The encouraged will
nourish
Money does not make
the soul rich
Invested in what
society has dishearten
Inhale slowly now breathe—humanity's pardon
