Surrounding me are serious perfections, Reflecting deep negative perceptions.. Trying and failing constantly to construct beautiful connections.. Sometimes I wonder, this mask on my soul needs no corrections.. Otherwise, I'm trying hard to match those dreadful criterias of social selections.. This empire needs thoughtful therapies and restful rests, not lashing legacies and gold chests.. We are the silent shores in this world full of speaking storms.. We've got bleeding hearts in the game of aces We've got shooting stars in locked cases We've got shattering shadows in powerful places.. We've got torn attires of our desires in this cosmos full of conquered laces... We've got tons of suffering but happiness in traces.. We've got sad eyes and happy faces.