Lydia - Paradise Lost

Through the searching lights 
That weave and dart 
Comes the stranger that
Cares not for your heart
The pain of living life this way 
Must take its toll on you some day.
Your jaded eyes can see 
Embarrassment or harm the frail skin
That bleeds emotionally on guard.

All lowest forms of life 
Are pounding you inside
Your hollow cold display 
Your tired masquerade 
Let the image that you present entice
Unlike the mirror that shows the strains 
Of vice this act of contact your decay
While willing souls will more that pay.