Elixir - The Magical Potion

Your words seemed sweeter than honey, created perfect illusion, gloomy day to be sunny. But your actions darling, sharper than daggers and arrows, hurt me, broke me, filled me with sorrows; Wrapped in flowers, these arrows pierced through my fragile heart, ripping and shattering my soul apart. Your smile, your eyes, your touch seemed deceivingly perfect, I was so in love with them, obsessed. But your intentions darling, malevolent than lairs and cheats, astound my mind and took away all my peace. Masked in gorgeousness, your deviltry scarred my soul, left me with nothingness, darkness like a blackhole.

 I'm like a bird stuck in the gale, with my wings feeling weak and my might,  pale. The powerful wind of my cluttered mind so strong, this will-power of mine now feeble and seems everything is wrong. No matter how much I flutter and flap, I'll still stumble and fall in this trap. Exhausted by the burden to fly soaring high, and hit by the expectations, I fall in my own eye. The gale, now, turning into a strong storm, my wings tired, cold and no place where I can feel warm. With the storm setting in and everything turning dark, seems even after so much toil, I'm unable to leave any kind of mark. With the setting sun I too disappear, disappointed and alone, this loud silence is all I hear.