The Deceased 

Look into my soul I won't promise you gold but only reflection of you which is hiding from the truth the selfless you lost in this herd and the dead you who was always unheard. Look into my eyes I won't promise you beauty but the tough times you went through and the times when you were found guilty,so when you find all of the above and betrayal somewhere in my eyes get that I wasn't mesmerized by you but your dead soul which now reflects mine.

Bleak Yet Hopeful.

Wandering on a passage which access only end. 

Still walking with my broken heart hoping it will mend. Hoping it to mend I have risked it all again. 

Not a pinch of fear left because its already incapacitated and fabricated with promises and with unfulfilled raw wishes. Now that I am forsaken-ed by love and a commended body With a perished soul I have befriended melancholy. Been massively multiplayed I am Exclusive about feelings 

I guard em more, than my physical self I protect my inner self more and don't you agree its alot easier to fall in sheets(bed) than to feel for someone and stop your heart beats?