The irony

The irony of the picture,
Caught in a moment, forever
Out of deep love -
For another.
Used, for the benefit
Of another.
Irony becomes the picture..

Unscrupulous emotion?
Nausea dwells inside.
Deep down inside; a pit -
I imagine hell feels like this.
Dark, unfeeling, nausea, stench,

The meaningless of flesh
Given to one another..
In a moment of starvation
A sad and lonely salvation.

The picture it travels..
Through the eyes of others..
Not into their souls..
But shallow for their holes.
All to maul..
Grab a piece? If they please.
The irony of the picture
The irony indeed.