Aug 2018
Emulsify my fragments with yours
We become puree
Our mixture is pliable and capable of smoothing any blemish
A false sense of durability, like layers of plaster over diminishing foundations
A stern wind sends us to chattering and reduces us to shards
An upside-down jigsaw with so many pieces who's interlocking combinations are infinite and impossible
We beset upon this futile quest with reckless abandoned
Punitive passions emblaze our cornea and deafen our cochlea
These inflictions only intensify our other detection receptors
Emboldening our synapses with astroglia most hearty and foolish
In the face of self-imposed adversities; the chortling consumes us
Mole hills spur and contort; vertically and violently
Titanic crags obstructing our path and encumbering our better natures
Yet the giggling continues
Brave men will face death without question, but only those who have tasted oblivion jest at it's expense
When you feast on everything and nothing, imagination and fear are savorless against your palate
Sordid sentinels
Mechanisms, blueprinted in hedonism and swill
Completely ****** by design
We are the crusty plaque in the corners of each others lips
The coke-like residue that accumulates from the burning depletion of our crude resolve
Exhaustion smogs our atmosphere and silts your dermis
The granulation makes you coarse and curt
You find friction in all things
There is no refuge for relief
Even afloat amongst the stellar ylem, the invasive abrasion intercepts your drift
Nothing is sacred!
Nothing is truly yours!
Your inter-most thoughts scream from the windows of their cells
You have been divulged and further more, made completely bare
A sort of ****** where opinions can be made on the hue of your skeletal system
Stark and helpless; sprawled wide
Revealing every tiny nook of your crevices, giving breath and larynx to your insecurities
A vivisection
The young men and women gather around the respiring corpse
Every deffect will oust it's cause
A foreign recollection of your story
Quivering and flinching under the pressure of a razor thin plane
Blankly, they stare like bipedal bovine
Sweetness and sorrow is wasted on them
They only seek silence for the deft and ******* for the blind
Now! both have been provided!
We become puree
Our mixture is pliable and capable of smoothing any blemish
A false sense of durability, like layers of plaster over diminishing foundations
A stern wind sends us to chattering and reduces us to shards
An upside-down jigsaw with so many pieces who's interlocking combinations are infinite and impossible
We beset upon this futile quest with reckless abandoned
Punitive passions emblaze our cornea and deafen our cochlea
These inflictions only intensify our other detection receptors
Emboldening our synapses with astroglia most hearty and foolish
In the face of self-imposed adversities; the chortling consumes us
Mole hills spur and contort; vertically and violently
Titanic crags obstructing our path and encumbering our better natures
Yet the giggling continues
Brave men will face death without question, but only those who have tasted oblivion jest at it's expense
When you feast on everything and nothing, imagination and fear are savorless against your palate
Sordid sentinels
Mechanisms, blueprinted in hedonism and swill
Completely ****** by design
We are the crusty plaque in the corners of each others lips
The coke-like residue that accumulates from the burning depletion of our crude resolve
Exhaustion smogs our atmosphere and silts your dermis
The granulation makes you coarse and curt
You find friction in all things
There is no refuge for relief
Even afloat amongst the stellar ylem, the invasive abrasion intercepts your drift
Nothing is sacred!
Nothing is truly yours!
Your inter-most thoughts scream from the windows of their cells
You have been divulged and further more, made completely bare
A sort of ****** where opinions can be made on the hue of your skeletal system
Stark and helpless; sprawled wide
Revealing every tiny nook of your crevices, giving breath and larynx to your insecurities
A vivisection
The young men and women gather around the respiring corpse
Every deffect will oust it's cause
A foreign recollection of your story
Quivering and flinching under the pressure of a razor thin plane
Blankly, they stare like bipedal bovine
Sweetness and sorrow is wasted on them
They only seek silence for the deft and ******* for the blind
Now! both have been provided!
