He walks into the familiar room
Gaudy flashes of tired souls shift upon the floor
Dizzied from the sultry smell of cheap alcohol and illusioned dopamine
Complemented by a rowdy tune, making its way through the speakers to those heedless ears
Broken wine glasses lie on the ground
He watches,
As the dark liquid slowly makes little paths of its own
Through old boots and faded high heels
Lost in a parted dream to withhold...
Taking one more step,she dashes another mile
The slender lines of each lane merge with her seared panting
She battles with both hands of the clock
Desperate to reach the finishing line that constantly alters beneath the hazy horizon
Though medals of gold embrace her neck
She had never tasted victory on her deadend tongue
So she runs to find the true feeling of appreciation she devotedly needs...
He turns left,hoping to be right this time
Numbed shoulders head towards the freshly prosaic labyrinth
Frozen snares of broken mirrors haunt him once again
Virulent laughters come sliding from every crack
He knows they will stop soon
Yet what he fears is their echos clinging onto the silent circles under his eyes,
Darkened brutally by the lonely nights without dreams of amethyst to spare...
Her eyes adjust to the melanoid moonlight
Dried pupils search around the suffocating room
Blinds drawn shut
Limb bodies stacked every corner quietly rusting without a soul
Tall walls taste of their lost tears,kept hidden of shame
Another day chisled by their alienated ,tawny bones
Horrified by the scene,she tries to let out a bitter scream
Yet later she realises the glue of her own fears drying on her cracked lips...
Frames of escapism hammered on the wall
Around every corner of the street
Among the muddy footsteps on the snow
Was the winter so cold?
When did we become strangers to our own fingerprints?
When did we begin running away from the reflections inside?
Maybe, its time for a change...
Lets pour ourselves a glass of introspection
Get drunk by insight
Lets run with our eyes closed
Feel the wind on our hair,the warmth through our muscles
Lets look straight at the mirrors
Find the right way through the reflection as a whole,not the cracks
Without fear,lets open the blinds
Show the sunlight the beauty of our tears
Lets not hammer more frames,
But nails of hope instead...
