To a different beat (for the loners, lovers, nonconformists, and those who dare to break free from the chains of a robotic society, to live and to feel in color)
Lonely Lovers
spread over sliced bread
Catching white moonlight
In their hands,
In their hearts,
Heavy hearts.
Swimming
through depths of mind
Picking memories
Picking thoughts
Has been
Would be
What if
Like flowers?
Like sharp-thorned roses.
their souls bleed
onto pavement... blood red and hot
Running,
Running
Running...
Lonely lovers
in a monochromatic world
running with ants
playing with them
Preset.
Oh,
But we are free