-Where the Red Carpet Ends-

Your solace is gone,
the campaign is done.
You rise from the smog 
and take a look around.

The feeling is wrong,
and nothing will change.
Your empathy false.
Your voice is broken!

When you think you think you knew it
you waste away the very soul.
And when you failed to feel you blew it!
And nothing is gonna save you now.

I never saw you in the window
shapeless, staring down.
The words they came 
like docile children:
innocent--not done wrong.
You sang a song to soothe the feeling
but music don’t last long.

Friend listen, try to hear me.
I speak words that beckon
to the very heart and soul.

The mind it sings in ways that 
words cannot stab at these hearts
with the thorns from a thousand
from a thousand days of old.

I’m sunk to shame. You fade away.
You once had come to me with dignity 
but now I’m left with lies.