She sits and gapes,
Black and red splatter the wall,
 Holding together random forces,
 She fears it's going to kill her.

Their amour is slaughtering them,
 stealing words like its gold,
 worshiping them like a damned god,
keeping them captive and lost. 

 He was too young for anything,
 staring at voids searching for unknown happiness,
 held back by broken promises made by them,
copper strings tying together the lost soul. 

 Oreos and giggles,
 reality is an unknown whirl for her,
 light surrounds her idle body,
 Whereas her heart was bygone at dark. 

 They defy slumber,
heartbroken more than a million times,
 fearing the tragedies of love and hate,
 They are the princess bound to fragile glass.

In a life full of flaws,
 I search for untold secrets,
 my words are misplaced between lies,
 roses fill my way but my heart at daisies.

 Existence writes its poems,
 Wondering what could go wrong,
 But the lines stuck in metric,
 We wonder what our lives are hooked to.