Sleeping inside her impermeable walls, She grew accustomed to the limiting blocks. Living at the edge of an imperfect world, He strangled his dream for someone’s tear. Growing outside the realm of the known, I had to embrace darkness as one of my own. Questions led her to search beyond the walls, And risking her being only could save from the fall. Emotions swayed him to trade off his smile, And in effect he was slicing pieces from his life. Dejection made me surrender to the dark lord, And I was a prisoner living on a two-edged sword. Reasoning, resigning and reminiscing remained, Marking the hollowness of their unbounded pain. There were fractured signs of the weary thoughts, Fading-away memories of battles fought and lost. These were three lonely squirrels in the forest, Bare-skinned they searched for a shaded spot to rest.