I have come face to face with my own demons
They injected my ear canal with a shrilled piece of truth
You and I are made of glass.
Glass with the ability to camouflage
But just as a chameleon meets its end,
You and I were not meant to be immortal
Yet we tried the incomprehensible
Searching for a portal
A road that can aid us in enjoying the fragile moment
Living in the glass house moment
But the moments now shutter into a million glass pieces
In this cold world I warm up with your goodbye kisses.
-RedArt by Kelvin Mark Mwangi.