The Lost Worlds

It's jumbled again, crumbled again.

Torn between trust and hatred. 

Two words from two different realms.

that's how it continues. 

Just wanna paint my anxieties away;

but it's still winters and my hands are frozen

Will the summer melt my hands and melt my heart?

will I find love ?

--that's the distant rhythm and blues

 the place where sea serenades the sky

the nearest far.

what have I achieved ?

-- dusting insults with pretentious strength.

Oh no, plastering a smile isn't all,

never smiled to anyone at all.

The depths of the blues scare me,

the darks of the blacks scarred me 

and the unknown withers.

no amount of hands would  soothe the ever burning blisters,

those hands might burn.

well hands never taught me to love either, 

nor did they ever allude.

and everytime am held from great heights,

the cold dawn embraces me.

The height escalates every second,

and my courage to take a dive fades.

time passes by,

I stay there sitting on the throne

with thorns surrounding me,

swords pointed at me,

I fight the lost war,

with my beheaded dreams washed ashore.

   

©Jessica