Are you aware that you're making me shake?
Each footsteps and dizzy stares, as if you're seasick.
We wary in the vast of my deep blue what ifs.
A feast of insecurity, I am not even a mistake.

I seek for sediment grays in the narrowing affection.
The gods grew tired of the unrequited attention.
Cheating quivers solaced at the corner of the moon.
I beseeched the traveler; then, flew me to June.

Your time has come but didn't surrender.
A floating stash of vice was wrapped with tender.
You didn't bother to capture my uneven bleached hair.
And so the architect's son had doubted to join my despair.

No verdict was made in a bottomless room.
Even the jury looms to appear on the surface.
There, a faceles facade repressed my gloom.
They brought the cuffs I handmade to preserve you.

Are you aware that you're making me shake?
The answer is obvious as you try to escape.
But the insides have been consumed by momentous aches.
I'll be fined for being a settler in your bait.