POP:1 Aperture To Lonely Hearts
~~~~~~~~~Ann~~~~~~~~~~
A monochrome with a single hue.
Add a figment that has one cue;
made up of canvass to cover, woe!
Pursuing your life to form an art of sue.
The reminiscence considering to the underlying theme;
And a big whop of verity for like a pantomime.
Fantasies that molds the figure of speech fades in time.
Then flee the agony; endlessly it becomes fine.
Our hearts are a bodily orifice.
Inside me throbbing in pain rhythmically:
Harmonizing unsound voices deep beyond my arteries.
I am nonchalant, solitude is my abode in anguished.
No doubt of seeking serenity and clarity,
Yet there are hollows in one’s part.
We won’t figure it out if nobody does;
But you are not alarmed wasn't and you mustn't.
Words behind my mouth won’t come out.
That's why I build a chamber to concealed my lies.
If the Pandora box where to open,
Then my obscure preference shall elapse and gone berserk.
Unless shall I go and had a dance on the walls with many smiles?
Yet, I'm doomed and exile
Eternally condemned on my faults and guilt.
Then I will spin become a swarm need to be crushed in despair.
