When will I decide. What is right. What is wrong. Accumulated inadecquicy. And nothing could. Eventhough it should. I'm beneath the wood and molted shells. Wondering, this burial loss. Be not stained by such pollution. Contribute haste to such a solution. Eerieness sets apart the still night. Keep an awkward greeting of lust. My mind is furiously working overtime. Trying to gain some tranquility. I drift into the realm of lost imagination. Distraughtened by favorism. And I am never one to favor. I analyze. I observe, deeply. What is the serpent's tale. What is the philosopher's grave. Systematic pollution. One cannot ignore the virus. Intellect, beyond exposure. Revel within distortion. Hold vagueness as liberal nonsense. Compete for heaven's glory. Become so misfortuned. Abolish the wicked. Raise from the dead.
Circumcised eyes. A lethal way to see. Forever unto a daze. Reminiscent bedazzlement. Countries, they burn within a quandary silence. Petition thee upon the last spill. Occasional diversity. Motion the drive of exaltation. Exalt no other that comprehends self-hate crimes. Give me ordinance. Give me reconciliation. I'm at the edge of an edgeless hill. A cliff hanger, sustained before the judge. Can you hear the crimes? Speaking unto the influences. Those that captivate are relinquished into the wild. Has it been that time. A crucial, emotional let down. Inauguration of keen shams. The words, they sound so promising. Intellect, it fritters with a mind, overthought. Notice the victim's view. Medicine of the art. Allow not that I, to riddle. For it is easily comprehended in the works.
Slay the addiction. Man is contradiction. Intelligent wisdom. The wisest despise this. Fevers overwhelm. See her, at the helm. Borrow her time. For some time, untimely. Kisses in summer. Until the sun is to slumber. Weathering thoughts. Whilsted soul rots. To incline the post-pardoned. Prestige within the garden. No one is inconspicuous. Dented hearts frail apart. Figure the luxury in term. Be incredible, in turn. Staring out against the shadow. Burlesque, mill dew minds so shallow. And do you see the fire? All good looks have expired. Snakes in a coil. Confront such turmoil. Traveling spectrum. Defiance is wisdom. Condoning of love. But heart is to grudge. The sky is not safe. We mustn't chase the day. It is better to wait.
Farewell to the city. Farewell to the pity. Suicide eyes. Suicide thrives. The luxury in infinite essentials. The conference of dissolution. Denial can gander, forever. To deny the truth. It almost seems clever. What weather is considered infidelic. Whether we all are to ponder. Sin cremates thy loftly spirit. Design a room with silence. Abuse the words with such force of violence. Assassinate the movement in liberty. Stop me, not in a ripened way. Awaken my brethren. And so when shall I stay. Take me from this frame of mind. Teach me to escape the time. I'm lost. Deep within the pressures of my past. All of the despondency is vast. Emulation of role models only leads to more defilement. The urge. The absurdity. Filter the word. Live witty. Dismay not in thy praying indulgence.
Despondency. Why am I not allowed to this? What is bliss. The cutting of wrists? Shameful accordances to disorient a mind. What makes one so special with words, unfined? Thy ignorance adjusts my displacement. My darkness. It is of the world. The world is pessimism. Survive the plague less. Thy words is so synnacle and narrow-minded. I comprehend that thee couldn't be of poetic ordinance. But before cursing me. Take a look closer. Ominous reflection. My heart is frozen. Filled with shards. My mind is worried. Fearing God. How am I bestowing the wrong when angst is all that is condensated. Deride me into more misery. Bliss is just a fable. Happiness, unstable. Consider this black hole of a rut that I'm in. Give it a chance. Take off the blinders for a moment. Thy condescending with needles in thy eyes is easily a vision of hypocricy. The reason why I am the way that I am is because life is a wreck sight. Thou may be a hero but everyone else are just men. Thou says that thee is just a man. Yet lives as if having a purple heart. Thy imperfection? Allowing words to accumulate in the mind and to lose gravity of a pondering heart in shackles of the cross. An assanine envisioning. The peltering of stone. Assets grasping bone. And a dream cares to prophess in segments. But such boligerant denial obliterates fascimilism. Keep thy eyes luring to the skies. Count the days until the joy arrives. I write this out of irony and pain. How can a closed mind ever ordain. So yet again, despondency. Why am I not allowed to this? The pleasure in bliss? Denying and defying. Ignore the days of babylon. So yet, thee shelters in babylon.