A little twiddle of digits, unnocticed, unfelt,

Ringing danger in a simple daze. 
Estranged words,left unsaid, broken dreams left instead,

In a stifling reality.
Beckoning to a unwandered destination,

Belittled away to Skimp a life. 
Creeping into a life, all armoured and ready,

Unbeknownst all that befalls, 

A prepared warrior. 
So, skimp and live a deed,

Not good nor bad,

Or blasphemous to count a stint. 
Stunned and berated souls,

Give a little heed to frozen tones,

Scram to the end,

Away from the infamous bend.