Derision

Your eyes are such a perfect color
For the ice
The cold device
The ample sacrifice
You seem to only ask of others

Your lips are painted red with reasons
For the lies
The new disguise
The empty-promised prize
You need my heart to just believe in

Your skin is just the right complexion
For the ruse
The morbid dues
The orbit that you choose
When you’re at odds with your direction

Your beauty is the perfect vision
For the hole
Within a soul
As black as any coal
And there I burn in your derision