Bizarre

Delicate confectionery on one silver platter,
Diamonds on the other,
I'm just a dot therefore what I choose doesn't matter,
Why would anyone bother?

Lovers making love,
That just made the world sweeter ,
This is the time of the creation of fresh blood,
Hatred makes slaughter.

Finesse is very relative my friend,
We tend to judge visually,
What seems sophisticated to you may be kitsch to them,
Unfortunately you have to consult the other side of reality.

To part ways with love,
Isn't that like stabbing the world?
But while your head is on the pillow of lust,
Virtue isn't always your concern.

As you stare down the barrel of life,
You'll learn that there never was anything quite pristine,
But it's only when you stop crying,
This world will appear to be clean.


Is there a comparison of the edible ,
But ultimately we choose to live,
We'll eat instead of favoring the valuable,
But when we deceive love is when we choose the kill.