Love Is Not

When the bloom and mascara is there
When everything else has evaporated
There is vapid absence of existence
When the blossom is supple
When life is in acquiescence
Oblivion is on a downward spiral
There is only one step between life and death

What is it that prescribes hope or loss
What is it that balloons our spirit
Or drags us to hell
What whithers the flower on the vine
Where is the gentle light
Oblivion is on a downward spiral
Some few of us survive unscathed

There is a downbeat in the cadence
There is a dissonant rhythm
That prefaces decision
The heart is hamstrung
The rhythm of our beat is not strong
Yet some of us survive
To love another day