Emotions escape their guilded oubliette

Furnished with love 
  completely unaware 
      the well was poisoned 
           an undoing 
  brought from the most intense 
      fear and trepidation 

Humans are indeed fractured
     reject the psychic bond
  for something physical 
       and cheap 

   Hmm, a little shaded illumination
      lined with darkness 
           trajectories bounce 
    from wave length 
          to wave length 

 Perhaps some tapestry tethers 
     should not be mended 
          sliced with a fancy 
      antique guillotine 
             unfrayed 
    motionless 
       denied the truth 

  Manifested lies 
      of honest phrases 
  disconnected threads
      not enough to mend 
          or even tie the ideal 
       death knot 

 Not a human death 
         the one where silence
    invokes an annoyance 
                  that demands attention 
           in a VERY 
     The Princess & the Pea 
                    kind of way 

           Or even better, 

   Poor strong lion 
     with the tiniest thorn 
  in his MASSIVE paw 
     
          Or, better yet, 

In the manner Eustace
    necessarily transformed 
           into a dragon 

   Each hits pride 
        nothing false here 
   just drastically sad