Through the searching lights that weave and dark
   comes the stranger that cares not for your heart
   the pain of living life this way
   must take its toll on you some day.
   Your jaded eyes can see embarrassment or harm
   the trail skin that bleeds emotionally on guard.
   All lowest forms of life are pounding you inside
   your hollow cold display your tired masquerade
   let the image that you present entice
   unlike the mirror that shows the strains of vice
   this act of contact your decay
   while willing souls will more that pay.