HINDSIGHT

I will never forget her eyes of steel,
with flesh and blood of a genuine feel.
Stone face cold with thoughts to unfold,
of another time so seemingly real.

This spider web mate to fornicate,
will spread her trap for prey.
You play the game to stimulate
her body of decay.

Close your eyes to feel the lies
of her heart you thought to win,
but there's only old, and the sudden cold,
from her and a thousand men.

Her stale fragrance fills the air
from perfume once a treasure,
then looks to you with a no-where stare,
for which no man can measure.

Like the actress playing the part.
Like a machine fast and lean.
Like the carriage before the cart.
Her hindsight is unseen.