Loathing Smile

My hands are dressed in broken bottles From shadows which are coiled around me In which, all these happened in parables Toppling the GREATEST altar of esteem within me What you bring as a cushion I visualize it as a pillow of stones As the event brought forth caution Despite that, God tied our tunes Treasures within you persuade my sharp edges Due to your magnificent odour However my heart turns into an iceberg Like no other Your essence to me has been tasty than Honey Meanwhile my eyes taste the bitterness from far Thus tears flood from the blue Every joke is either a bump or a lure This controversies caught me without a clue Now my smile is of a water paint A mountain rubbing the back of my mind with questions However the sensory neurons Can't figure the reflections