Shell

Consequence of eloquence,
My mind is soaked in verse.
Substance of my fraudulence,
Is cloaked with vivid pearls.

What I am and what appear,
Is not close, not even near.
You will ask, what do I fear?
Answer is simple- to be here.

Deceiving games, unreal names,
Are used to hide the smallest flames.
Meanwhile enhancing fragile frames,
We will discover- nothing else remains.