𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬

-v. scream

The rustic whirlpool
of wind suffocated up
above the ceiling; I felt
a nudge in my chest-
the thorns drenched as
I started up screaming

It digs subtlety trying
to reach out its grave
Yet conceding a loss is
out of the realm; rather
live in this void of hurt
like beautiful daydream

This surface wielded by
expanse of roses wherein
reasons to fare arose before
Forthwith; dying in remorse
it seems to be a sanctuary
wherein all have been bury

Yet no matter how hard I
screamed; noise doesn't exist
No more roses left to glimpse;
only those of memories that
got my heart bleeding as
I'm still living in a dream

where 'us' still exists

Juliet