Sunglasses

It's cold outside---but I don't feel it.
  This shameless world has numbed my skin
    and turned my heart blue.
You give me your love---but I don't want it.
   This passing world has taught me that
    love is something we don't need.
The melody--is soft, and smooth, but
   it tangles with my electric brain
    and confuses me, and all I hear
     is static.
The flower's bloom---It's beautiful!--
  but my eyes pass right through it
    and all I see is shadow.
How pitiful it has become----so painful
that I can't see this world without
my sunglasses on.