Hm... I am so bad at poetry...
Shattered, precious moments, that we dare not to speak of,
Would it fit like a puzzle, that reality would dare not open,
But shun it, while others gleam,
They look to find an escape, an alternate way out,
But it so happens to tap, tap into the begone and distinguished,
Only to hear the heavens moan and time collapse,
Collapse just to find ourselves on broken tiles,
And earning the storm of rage...What will this bring...