Eyeliner

Eyeliner 9/17/2012

I could have died right there
Drowning in her eyes
Happily riding the whirlpool
Deeper and deeper
Until the end.

But smoke, mirrors and alcohol
Will do that to a man
Dragging us in
And dumbing us down.

Images, express feelings
And feelings excite our emotions
Piercing the heart, like a needle
Full of burning poison.

But we go anyway
Willfully flinging ourselves upstream
Only to fall backwards
Again and again.

No matter how wise of powerful
We are still
Childish at heart
As immature as we are noble
And as vulnerable
As we are strong.

We hold on to things
That have no value
Because of sentimental attachment
Pulling us like an anvil
Tied to our waist.

We look at the world
Through reflections
And we look at ourselves
As we wish we were
Following our desires
Like a moth to flame.

But I have gladly flung my heart
And I have happily watched it burn
As sweet as it is painful
And beautifully wasted.