I knew it was an error,
Because we did not click.
Even if we are only searching for a signal.
There is a boundary that will brick.

In the eyes of the sky, we crave for falling stars,
Clouding our minds with comforting lies behind bars.
Mustard themes, they say, "Save the bees",
Each demon crept through the willow trees.

Undescribable feelings and censored words,
None of our vocabularies soar to be absurd.
Our sunset travels weaken thy footsteps,
We are just hopeless youngsters, reaching out for help.

The arriving moonlight, there a universe awaits.
Treacherous promises left in different places.
We are the written sentences lost in hoary library shelves,
Forever damaged, oh, what have we done to ourselves?

Male and female body parts blended like jigsaw puzzle pieces.
They want the beast with wallop lips and flat kisses.
Most of us touched the pixelated features,
We are the broken frames in the tortured pictures.

Those smiles and giggles are all gone and crashed.
We are the wounded teens, tossed like standard trash.
A game with many levels  but without the signs of "Game Overs",
Once again, we are the lurking kids with a bunch of errors.