Skin deep into severed Bliss,
Little do we know,
A rotten scheme.
Fishing for the right trend,
Stilled on ice,
Melted onto many.
Drawn in, scoped out for uses,
Harbored all into none,
Pained of every bump and bruise.
Filled positions untouched,
Frowning on actual contact,
Craving a light right inside.
Riddling oneself into a spiral,
Unending, wringing screams out,
Wounded boisterously.
Stone cold icicles,
Breaking a feeble reverie,
To survive inside, die alive.
Restrained pauses of shamelessness,
Wanted in conversations unhealthy,
Exiting the right world.
Stout and proud bliss,
Unseemingly perfect,
Wilting onto dewdrops of a sakura.
Glaring ghosts,
Shrieking boasts,
Humbled into tricks.
Did I feel ?
Did I reel, onto the faded promises ?
The ripped, and shredded emotions ?
Save me.
