This
deciduous nature, as founded in arts, to arise as magnificent; where gestures
caress, albeit, a storm, punctured through bones; this mixed affair, as longing
those eyes, to have forged nothing appealing. We knew for something, at tears
to define it, this aloof specialty; to find a fern, as to perfect a rose, where
souls cleave to chaos; this miracle by psychs, as known but torture, to create
as to suggest—this impartial life, grounded in spikes, maybe a pill that
warmth; where others watch, as filled with grievance, expecting absolution by
nature; that herald’s cry, by night that phantom, as but a stately grin; to
adjust that song, greeted by mushroom eyes, as seasoned contempt. It’s but a
verse, this curse of waves, alone with his thoughts; while captured in vain,
this appreciation, for those fabulous volts; as time would silence, that inner
preference, as changed through autonomies: that wealth of scars; that silence
beneath eyes; that sorrow seeping into soil. Our ways are featured, in
something unjust, while demanding justice; that earth we roam, as partial those
acres—our terrain acidic deeply; to hold for orgasm, crying that inner murder,
while nails claw into sanities. It’s icy our sun—this pilgrim of souls, where
pains either morph or settle into decadence: that fragile toddler; that
awakened teenager; those questions discouraged by parents; to want for silence,
this viral force, for truths have unraveled; to move as atoms, this constant
agitation, where enough is never enough. We lived early, racing as stallions,
pausing to court a mare: this beautiful carcass, as realizing madness, this
self unaware of self;—to live this way, as muddy to diamonds, thrust through by
spears; to become so jaded, this tatted cerebrum—our spinal cords rejecting
trust; while born to live it, that ecstatic name—our prints featured in
mishaps. It had to be love, as to capture our sorrows, while memories puncture
thoughts: that lavish dance, dining upon gourmet—that chase by nights, that
running. It takes for time—this cultic flesh, meshing as to greet one
suitor.
