Horseless Prince Pixel Ride by Gate towards the K-Room

Untouched lock mark,

Waiting to be open by the curiosity.

Key's synchrony and the integration purity...

Choking bubbles with heat up exhales...

Dijilife, dijital matters;

Thinking of manners on the mattress,

Found position and the continuing tire.

Boring monochrome feeding up the monotony.

Loving, waiting, standing while sitting and just thinking.

Soft sweet tiny merriness or the shiver effect,

Unchosen choices under the time limiting fact...

Key is held between finger tips,

Trembling in front of the stuttering shut of the door.

Loving, dreaming, hoping unnecessarily inside the hypothetical epiphany.

Things beyond the way,

On the other side: Stuck inside the coil binding.

Not liking, lingering, counting the minutes by putting the clock as a rival.

Nonstop teleportation lines,

Color spectrums and the lingering pixel loading,

Candy background melody and the sour taste in the front...

Awaiting the rescuer.

Connecting: Dreamy Portion,

Drinking the sugar juice called potion.

A prince's on feet-arrival detected,

Hoping behind the locked gate ways.

Calling: Key-Room,

Can feel the impatience drool.

Loving, looking, being attracted by the appreciater one's shot towards the phony heart lines.

Shape of the voices or the heard colors,

Unchecked rules and the imaginary miracles...

Loving, wishing, not liking that comes as a present of the sickness and the ambivalance.

Pieces of the future,

On the other side: The Burden of Following the Past as a destiny mold.

Hating, fading, feeling bondless as the only solution if the real world does not give any happiness.

Nonstop dreaming signals,

Emergency calls and the lingering loading screen,

Creepy daze of a mixture with notifications and the unknowns...

Still waiting the manifestation of hope, the prince's shine.

Connecting: Hazardous Plaything,

Greetings for the joy sting;

Hoping beyond the reality.

Reaching: Key-Room,

Can see the ways to turn to crazy.

Giggling, laughing, believing even though knowing what is the real and the predicted result.

Can see the unseenable ones if its used only instead of eyes that can see what it seems only.

Praying over the non-existing script author to live a lie instead of a real pain.

Risks and love signs;

Divine rules and pixelated till the one last point is colored with green, red or blue.

Who needs a handsome guy over a white knight horse!

Ready to use those tiny hands and steady to stop keeping the door shut.

The key hole is nothing but a simple space over a chocolate bar.

The melody fades away if there is no one left in the key room.

What to do if that is all just a principal game that keeps the detention away and denies the healthy reals?..

Prince is not going to come,

The wrong key is held.

Empty more than before after the fakes' cover was removed.

Is this way better than the tales?

Is it better to live lifeless instead of livin-.. lost in a horrible lottery game of always losing?

Lifelessness can be filled with love and obliged-alive needs?

Can this key room lock the gate that includes the phony belongings?

Ready to throw them on a corner to let them be forgotten

And then rebirth with the passion towards living.