tears roughly leave streaks on a innocents face,
The final seal always left wide open for others to read,
The perfect moments, the careless ones, the lonely ones...
All secretly written past the first glance onlooking the face,
Where everyone stops, even the brittle and worn,
To drain away every appearance of life and smoky breath,
The apocalyptic ruins, the sweet sourness of remorse,
No more adventurous dreams, caught in a state of realm,
Eyes bind open, wide and clearly ecstatic excitement,
Everyone sees what is seen, apart from the innocent one,
She sees what is not, the definition of pain has never been so clear.