Stolid,

Nothing feels like lucid or real,

Anymore.

No more cold rains ,

Hitting my rufescent skin like anomalous bullets

Piercing into my thoughts,

Replaying and rewinding,

Long lost memories in the back of my mind.

I just want to feel it again - the breeze that tucked my flimsy hairs behind my ears

And the flaming mirth smothering me ,

Every single time I wish you were here.

I just want them - those tiffany teardrops from the skies

To be colder and frigid as they penetrating my scarlet flesh

And shattered broken soul that prisoned,

Deep in my cemented chests

And I just want them - the oppressive avoirdupois on my ribs

To be a little be inane and heavier,

So I would be numb

And breathless..

And so that

I will nothing ,

Nothing my false hopes coursing down the viridian veins

Buried on my hands

Because I want to,

Cause' I need to

Breath it right under this frosty ices I was buried

Beneath that depthless desire and shreds of broken dreams

Inundating me like gritty steels

Dauntless