Pretty little things

As the moon hangs above the East wind
The trees bare witness baron of empathy
Tragedy stamped in time, never to be the same
Trivial by my own voice

The creatures brisk the freezing air
Covering their trails
Only their entrails are exposed
They choke, and decay, and rot, and live

Before they pass

Another name falls onto the page
Just a name of a pretty vacant liar
Liars sleep in their lairs
Lairs of deciet, beauty, and leverage

Combined with confusion of lust
For love

I watch and observe
Pretty things have such broken hearts
Trading emotions for tears
And the tears are the sweetest thing to taste

I am hungry for emotions
Have so many tears for trade
Pretty things, lustful pretty liars
Why do you die?