Wasteful wallowing in a crumbling hollow dwelling Obfuscating the obvious problems, scared from telling
A distracted dubious damnation, I have craved temptation into cramped every solitary sensation and turned them to them sins, too.
So I fantasise, and rampantly Agonise the logic in my mind I dream of worlds without proportion and engagements of moral absorption. Til' I saturate my soul with images of endless time and space.
In a stale solitary dimension I weave tales of honorary mention but forget their ascensions.
Broken wishes of impossible ambitions With uncultural and isolated renditions Of self-indulgent ordeals.
Brought upon by uncontrollable feels and reeled beyond sense into the light where my mind cannot be healed.