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.

FAIR AFFAIRS?

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