I came here with a handful of obscurity

Shall we map the systems that provokes such absurd musings?

Shall I speak into a seamless glitch now subjected to frantic stitching?

I assemble dispersive prisms to offset the mindset that all scenes remain black and white

Common courtesy was not an invitation for empathy

These conclusions full of color are not the product of serendipity

Flash fuzzy for a brain full of huddles

Deflect another reject with a space full of  arrangements

Misconstrued some mutiny and provoke a bystander into pieces

Second hand clockwork will never ease anticipation

Fine tuned nights clarify a need for self destruction

Blue moons sensationally sidetracked by habitual disconnection

I am exhausted

I close my eyes to negate surprise but my blinks always come too late

Farewell to the freak show I never knew your trajectory

I only observed when that final nerve fell into animosity

how primitive is a derivative of life?

how potent is a notion full of strife?

I am an advocate of strange

I am a pocket full of loose change

I am a crutch for nothing

I only have a pull cord and a body full of stuffing

All I know comes from sidetracked spirals full of feeling

All I know is the abstract remains king

A body full of habits

Most of them nonsense

A world full of madness

Act accordingly

All these rooms are the same

faces like factory precision eager on the assembly line

whitewashed and anxious for another distraction

Brains hum like fluorescents

Ear drums straining for subtle symphonies strung through a malfunction system

but clarity remains locked inside a key hole perspective

Images stutter into collisions and what is time anyway?

Strung out for a shout and we weave new sickness into salvation

Caught your god gasping for the masks that slip when a sky swoons from exhaustion

Skeletal sequence and the wall steals another shadow

A crumbling facade wrought with gunpowder stenches

A hollow charade begging for reason

Accommodate the mazes left floundering inside ****** magistrates

Who would wake a giant when we can't even ignite the sun?

suits strut carrying heads full of holes

Cozy with wholesome vices and wives derived from cellulite

Some of us remain fringe stuck while negating proper liquidation

Accidentally existing while consuming the prerequisites for confusion

I bring news from the void

All is not well

I haven't slept in days

I'm high on sunbeams and pondering muted static

This is no place for a sane mind or innocent persuasion

I've never been inspired by peace

so I suppose I should have expected chaos

I never could understand an easy distraction

so I was left with an excessive amount of time

Delusional toys for minds susceptible to malfunction

My only scenery is a cardboard cut out of the cosmos

Oh what bittersweet displays it provokes

A misplaced monster comes knocking

Faceless with a cup of rain for my soul

It has no place in the world so we get along famously

Often times I surrender my curiosity to the ridiculous

I starve it into submission and never stop

I talk hysterically in empty spaces

Dawn dazed and the birds wont stop screaming

life stays sequestered behind plaster and window blinds

A small reprieve from the concrete choked landscapes we traverse so heedlessly

My body is currently in a state of sabotage

No peace for an exhausted ghost

Anatomy wrought with numb mechanics

I laugh for something resembling sanity

My echoes fall behind and that old familiar tick descends

Panic until the ink spills reason even if I'm the only nod

It consumes like sickness and I begin the pace patterns

Understand its all for nothing

Chain smoke until the lungs revoke my right to oxygen

I found stability while begging for an erratic intervention

I found my words provoke more than an easy reaction

Maybe I can perceive a fine tuned world

One that spins rationally

still I see faces unfurl

Smeared with pollution and haphazard expressions

Slow motion vanity for the casual observer

temporary worlds blissfully sidetracked  

I am the stranger that I never intended

You stood there

Mind
Fully
Manic

Your DNA....

A testament to creations serendipity

Please tell me

What images do you contain inside that mind so defined?

What fringe fueled ****** led us here?

You said you found my insanity offensive and delightful

If I had the constitution for marriage I may have proposed right then

That may be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me

My madness was only emphasized by your own

I tell you I know the best ways to waste silence

We can climb into the sun and dive for time and place

A recipe for catastrophe and we feel no limitations

like two addicts in one body

We understood that stifled inhibitions can't claim knowledge

You're gone now and its probably for the best

I'm not fit for your grace

I can never find a peaceful rotation

You must understand

I feared your love

but was never cold enough to deny it

Where does my mind slip when my head tips from habit?

When does the time skip and reveal gold watches tenaciously ticking?

Humans lost in conditions that may be DNA inclined

Casually projected with a fingerprint manifested for clarity on the fly

You see we all lose time with formal fictions for the sake of momentary highs

Sometimes they cross and we find the cost is frenzied f*cks for forgetting

Then into the world that never needed so many institutions

I watched those mouths claim purity while plucking a sidewalk bloom

Trivial for some but then again I never knew traditional company

Dead white in the cold clutch and I never heard the sighs

They knew the cost for slow motion gods and the tides slowly lost reason

Another casualty in a war for reality between mind and vulnerable eye

What an absurd rotation

What an exhausting flirtation

When obscurity speaks a lie

Parasite queens traversing my makeshift bulwark

Nefarious creatures straying from complacency

PLEASE LEAVE ME BE

wait...

Maybe you were never real and this pulse was inspired by lunacy

composing scenes full of painted expressions for easier navigation

Maybe time performed some primitive surgery

reassembling a collection of abstract hysterics for an exhausted ghost

Maybe the rain has a more sinister purpose for these crowded spaces

worlds briefly splattered with reflections rendering disbelief