Subtlety is my mask
I baste in alienation

I don't avoid responsibility because I watch for my chance
I don't lose my hope because I know that listening is my character
I don't have apathy because I silently worry

Life is a coral reef, vivid yet threatened

I am a petrified onlooker puncturing the pale clouds with my tears
I am a cruel witness devouring the colors of the deadly deed at hand
I am a disturbed citizen grasping the twisted undertakings of a phenomenon

Then when it comes down to the verdict
Breathing and choking
Out of the realms of melancholies
I speak
And
Spilled is my Heart

Beauty is not in the eye of the beholder
Life is in the heart of the bystander
A Broken Whistle of Truth