Born To Lie Down

Gone is the cloud cover for disdain,
Of what is reflection on a real pain.
Distracted by a glimpse of heaven,
In company of skin looms an even.

Diversionary tactics invite that foe,
Giving nothing but origins of show.
Telling a story like no other before,
A crime of passions deceives sore.

Loss of usual strategy means plot,
As with invention comes a true grit.
In arms of pleasure away from war,
Deep seated neurosis belies score.

Within a judgement there is strain,
When appeal stages masked gain.
Questioning of character lifts truth,
For, none can hide what is of birth.