Souls Bared In The Midnight Hour of Melancholy

A soul bared to view A truth of the emotions involved A moment where the future is blue A crossroad on what the next step will do The fly is caught within the spider’s web The escape is attempted but certain is death Certain as love and adoration with no escape The desire and longing are the chains and weight Souls are bared in midnight hour of melancholy Truths are released as the caged bird keeps singing The spider approaches upon the web and kisses the fly Despite every warning the collusion continues with no reason why Obsession over an unreachable carrot dangling from a string Unable to fly the caged bird stares at the sky and still sings Lamentations or odes to inspirations—hope of freedom’s flight Love the beauty of the day in the darkness of the night Escape or accept there is no escape Love's tangled web is weaved and the spider awaits The flies fly toward a shiny sweet sight of salvation The obsession with love becomes the course of extermination Hope is eternal and offers alternatives to despair Hope sides with truth and thus the soul is bared Hope and love cohabitate in a cohesive contract Hope, love, and obsession are not too volatile to interact Adoration’s complication conflicted by a subject dying to be adored Obsessive behavior based on beauty of a soul, skin, and smile Souls are bared in midnight hour of melancholy The spider returns. The fly sings still.