Vortex In The Head

We are the innumerous golden spots embedded in pale grey silk clothing, 

With faces painted with a blizzard of colors and pale bluish crimson heart coated with black rust. 

Many angelic words remain unexpressed to keep ourselves away from getting smashed...

A vortex of thoughts curls around our minds.

It's a huge ocean filled with the dead body of fishes. 

With moist eyelashes, trembling fingers, reddish shiny cheeks, messy hair we frame the agony in our limited vocabulary and poetries are launched.