Subtle vibes outside your cocoon

pulsing with emotions and filth.

I can feel the resonance, that tears

Comforting embrace of bloody-red silk.

Tingling my skin, undoing my nerves

Craving devotion of freedom addict.

Are you truly the one who preserves?

If you are, our life will be teasingly tragic.

Since, I’ve been tasting your paradise hell,

Searching for meaning in the empty void.

I want to blame someone rather than myself,

However, your image is making me solid.