In the
jungle of affairs
cheaters run the fastest.
The wind is left flustered.
Dears become prey as their
tales are painted in pane,
while the hungry eyes peek
away,
Pieces of a heart shaped
by the bleeding vein,
breeding dismay.
There, the blind ******
scene on the road to heal again.

In the
jungle of affairs
cheaters run the fastest.
The wind is left flustered.
Dears turn to prey, their
tales are now marred by pain.
The starved and broken pick
away
The pieces of the heart that bleeds in vain,
breeding dismay.
Scarlet footprints on the road to heal again