Psyche is being reptile!
Creeping like serpent furtively!
I don't have much time!
How can I nurse it nicely?

I want to trust you,
But it only frightens me,
The strikes left sores-
Unseen pain given by thee.

Again you will **** me?
Hence I am still lively!
Is it called real life?
I smell the death merely.

Tears and smile the same
Like dew drops on leaves!
How smiling in sun shine!
Despite containing painful grieves.

I am that water fairy
Having frost-like smiling face!
In a sea of icy water-
Happiness lost its trace.