You can call us the elite of the Ghost Division
because we get sick when romance appears on television.
We can shoot all lovers with pinpoint precision.
Our desires and the truth always end in a collision.
Souls are already corpses in this corps.
Everything is allowed in love and war,
so others do cruel things to us and more.
Enemies take and break the things we adore.
The tears that come with this void,
are hidden by our black polaroids.
Nobody can watch us; we won't go paranoid.
We seek but never find; we become androids.
The fact is that we can't elaborate
about what love is or envious hate.
We haven't felt it to this very date,
and we think it will be our only fate.
Soldiers slowly forget their names
because they lose so many mind games.
In our pack, they only wear one suit:
sorrow dresses every loveless recruit.
If diamonds can really buy hearts,
we walk penniless towards Wal-Mart.
In the park, we pick clovers in spades
but only golden roses get the maids.
Author notes
polaroids = those sunglasses with polarized glasses.
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Very Smooth
I like the way you elucidate the problem of idealized love, and show that there is a world of people that absolutely cannot stand the commercialization of what we now call "love". The first line of the second verse is probably the most captivating. I kind of see it as a declaration of being the "other" in a world where shallowness reigns supreme. The entire verse is well written to the effect that the conflict between "us" and "them" feels already won, despite the fact that the battle rages on. Powerful in its subtlety. In the third verse, the tears being hidden by the polaroids, you give the definition of the polarized sunglasses, but an imagery of a blackened instant photograph I think works just as well and even concombinant with the sunglasses to add an abstraction to the conrete pretty much manifesto. I really like how you display the angst of having a more sensible approach to love than the current society allows for. We get it shoved down our throats that love should be "this way" and not the way we experience it, creating confusion where clarity resides. Finally my favorite verse is the conclusion. Balls to the idea that love can be monetarily qualified! We look for thoughtful things that express what we really feel, rather than something to try and arrogantly display value to that which is priceless. So let us march forward and hope for the lucky break we desire and need! Let us find someone who sees the most value in the person, rather than in the shiny things that we desperately use to convey that which others are too afraid to speak! Forward MARCH
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