Frozen Scream
Reflection
In the frozen moment, lips parted in a silent cry,
The colors of chaos dance, a vibrant, mad reply.
Drips of icy clarity fall like summer rain,
As the world's palette bleeds, and emotions sustain.
The face, a canvas, splattered with hues of pain,
A reflection of the turmoil that remains.
The lips, a gateway to the soul's deep well,
Where colors mix and mingle, a story to tell.
In this instant, time stands still, and the heart beats fast,
As the frozen scream becomes a work of art that will forever last.