Frequent fliers need not apply for my heart no longer desires

Its beat has lost its rampancy

Onlookers need not concern themselves

It is only I who lay dying

I fall occasionally into those leering eyes

A bit just a bit just I can summon my arms to keep me afloat

Oh in those luscious eyes I crumble

I nearly falter from my weakening feet

I stumble

Having wasted so many wishes on this particular well

I suck on the straw to regain my wealth

I am lost on this mission

Quickly I falter from my deflated lungs

Red runs my face blood

A sight of balloons aplenty in those diamond eyes

No you needn’t worry yourself

You’ve too much work in keeping up your own disguise

I’ll carry myself to the end of the line

Far out of sight from those wondrous eyes

Your curvly shape will soon become a line

Its razor edge will sever my hands

My fingers will bleed and splatter

I’ll slip to the background

Remain a faceless figure among the masses

Return again I will to the well inside which I reside

If only I could see myself in your remarkable eyes