serendipitous trial or fraction so forced into oblivion; those restless hostilities but a child on soil in a world quite indifferent; no hope for normality, in fact, it seems blurry as it disappears; by catastrophe those gorgeous scars, or destiny such ugly beauty, while fireflies are hesitant to glisten. it becomes famish such racing adrenaline where it stands in deserts; the remarks made by silence, those screams in a man’s countenance, or such anguish in a woman’s smile. our jigsaw existence our minds made tragic or such fury over disputes. upon dreamwood such valiant frames as a soul restitches dignity; where some kindness becomes fire or expectation is disappointment or soft agony runs faster; by visceral passion so sullen it hurts while Jitters touches a wheezing wound. so much to spirit as it lives to die in such a passion it unlocks dungeons. by wailing skies or oceanic souls such surefire suffering; as a man would ask, concerning his life, if but to fathom its floor ambition; as an impious serenity or pious angst if but so defended it would hurt less: those palms such desert madness where a priest purchased a box of nails. to have lived with you to have understood so little while it’s unfair the last to recollect; such adduced agony such potent anguish while a man never loses enough; such purporting where we exist by induction our grime slithering into our heart-wind. such wasteland identity or ashes to existence while some seem untouched.
