Chaotic Howls

The roses aren't red now
They are wilted with specks of pain
A part of me is forfeit now
And the exquisite smile is now strained

I wished for the constellations
But the stars weren't mine to begin with
The pearl is long lost in the luscious waves of ocean
For me eternity is just a serene myth

The sprinting brook is now so still
And the world is black and white
But I define myself with a blue quill
My chaotic howls are now solemnly quiet.