Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Sleep talks,


     In the inaudible reflected silence of the midnight obsidian soul, Prolonged is this proverb from what my mother bed she hated me story illegitimate child - not still born prayed - time unrescued by hope told... No one ever said a moment of my existence was lovely: Only that I should be in pain; That I should bastard insecurities eternal hurt...

In lieu of lost sentiments,
Lay me down...!

Monday, February 20, 2017

Drowning vampires,

      Losing out on sourcing their own faithless anorexia fjords of vanishing blood, Ever consuming the flesh off their own own wished they were born dead hollow of hope's unrepairable  marrow tricked into existing within bones,  Compensated by the mirror's non-reflect as they wish for an eternal closure of constantly villainous seeking eyes.

In lieu of what listens,
To all our secrets in shadow

Sunday, February 19, 2017

Elusive noise,

     Message in a bottle carrying a single forget me please eternally name, Nought meant to be spoken: But just in case... Bottle up the hatred and let the ocean conquer as it washes the sand infused glass carrying the jink of abandonment away.

In lieu of,
Looking back,
To forget!

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Undeniably invisible content,

      Rarely holocaust unto millions of calloused prayer folded bent will hands extended, Vampires masquerading as butterflies play a better chance at survival's existence part; Than those who exist as misshapen karma ode never kaleidoscope of any languages spoken from Eternity's unshining joy mistakes born already most maliciously not worth saving... dead!

In lieu of the loss...
Of what He never fought for.

Thursday, February 16, 2017

Doubt... I

Holocaust wishes drown, 

     Karma Stalin reincarnated euphoria epidemic of fear requiem dream mongering, President of the daily everything inevitable in our lives, We're going... To submit & continue to demon's of equality seek... Ever drowning.

In lieu of our submissivocity,
In silence


Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Epitome of decline,

      Self radical alignment with all that's shattered from hope's lost but possibly never found prophetic neglect, Grace's motivations were ultra goddess'impressive fashionably tangled with our marionette wishes for nought but greed, A conquest we've eternal uncontrollably been enamoured with it's every hatred day forecast of avarice on display in the mirror we willingly believe taste of... Gold.

In lieu of our appeasement, 
To all we continue to get over...!

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Justified Scrambling II

Last piano extended call visit,

     Starvation hope recycled endless hymns cast hypnotic strangely dim lit kaleidoscope down never reassured humanity's heart bound secret that equality was bound to thrive in our life, Time outside spent consuming all we could justify... Nothing despicable clarity else even began to matter.

In lieu of our wishing,
Coins at a well toss...