Metaphors Extended... part 2

I added a few more lines to last week's metaphors. Here they are:


#1

Love is a grenade
The seconds are numbered away,
Until someone will pull the pin,
And scatter chaos into your world
Chaos, that will pierce your mind.

Then the remnants of the past will penetrate-
Through your skin, and they will hide
Then every step you'll further take
Will be a remainder, of the past.

The aching pain will then vibrate
And remind you of what was destroyed
And of what remains at this moment;
Fragments of a broken statue.

#2

Love is a cool drink of water
It soothes the soul from the fires of life,
From the chaos that surround us.
Yet it makes pawns of us:
It makes us vulnerable to it's every move.

It gives us the impression that we're in control
And able to make our crucial move
While the truth remains untold:
It is not us, that's determining our route.

#3
Life is a dream,
It can be beautiful;
It can seem surreal
But at the same time
It can turn into a nightmare.

You have the ability to shape it
Like you can shape your dream
But when it turns into a nightmare
You can only hope that you'll wake up.