Nail bed stuck under the nail

Blood dripping

I can smell it

The snowflakes mock us with silence

Lips glossier than glass

Blood dripping

I can taste it

The sun tries to bury us alive with warmth

Expensive clothes on shrinking body

Blood dripping

I can touch it

The coffin dominates us with its solemness

Vibrant flowers shackled by grass

Blood dripping

I can snatch it away

The garden is a trap with no doors

Blood dripping like melted lipstick

Scars made out of skin wax

I can fake it

Special effects have never been more real

Everyone is bleeding

Blood dripping

I can flow in the pool of bodily liquid

The World looks at us like we are circus performers