so cold
exterior bold
rumours told
secrets unfold
lies sold
hidden behind a thick mould
skin glistening like honey and gold
a man who reads
carrying a face never been read before

boring eyes
running on lies
under charm's disguise
empty room echoes lonesome cries
the only time he really dies
arbitrary lover of oscar wilde
broken ships and sunken ties
a man made of melodies
whose words are not able to harmonize

dishevelled curls and defeated smile
towards love and affection, very hostile
running on drugs to escape into exile
enclosed diaries capturing alternate lifestyles
treasured on the corner aisle
soul left in fair isle
a kind of quiet so worthwhile
a man who laughed at his mother's death
misunderstood in being a person so vile.