Refinement is always tethered
                 before the lynch of
where we should
                         balance ourselves.
Questionable harmonies  between the
                    blade of reality clasping
at the throat of every word spoken.

We perceive ourselves beyond the
                         visual aspects of self.
But in reality were holding a thorn
                to the silhouette of beauty.
          Ready to either asphyxiate our
meaning or to cut ourselves from reality.