Check Soul Mate

I see it as black and white

An insane world

Cannot create

Sane souls

So writers write 

With liquified minds

And screaming bodies

Bleeding ink

Onto banker's checks

Beauty broken

Bulldozed into paper brainwashing

Pawns are

Easily scratched

Once unpackaged

And if I love

You could leave

Stealing my last reason

Left to smile

And so soon

We will forfeit 

This game 

Where players get played

And circles  

Boxed into boxes

And when money loses its voice

There will be no reason left

To play