Endless nights,

Fruitless pleasure.

With what ruler

Are our lives measured?

In the heart of the city,

Under the neon lights,

Our paths crossed

Igniting endless nights.

But was this the end,

The limit of my potential

A mindless heartless lust

A life exempt from morals

Was the world not red?

Or had I made it so?

Surely, no surely

I would know

From my penthouse view

Overlooking the streets

I saw those like me

Pretty girls, with nothing to eat

Don’t make that choice

Was my silent command

I was doubting and hurting

I didn’t understand

I looked at the world

With the red lenses I had darned

There was no soul who could fill this whole

So I slowly fell apart….

Too many of us fall prey

Turn away.