Formless, hidden flagrance
Bastardizations
Subconscious invasions
Derealization
Murderous mindless mental gobbledygook
Aloof, to bide inside and take a look
Spurious flourish in acrid abhorrence
Tis the demon
Which lies within
That tells me lies
And promotes sin
Trials of toilsome interims
Stagnate and rot, in mine, chagrin
Ineffectual ****** aggravations
Sordid, torrid want, ablation
Putrescence of evanescence
Sorrowful warbles in gargling marbles
Choking on hope,
extinguishing flames of my name and making
Prodding the prongs of the timeless song
Rending and rendering nought to which I belong
Seeing sights, in blindness bind,
simulations of kindness, in emptiest minds
I've seen it screaming, deadened in the dark
It doth implore me, say'n only "Hark!"
Tell me truly, what unruly things of which you speak
Portent futures ever looming, bleak
Unspeakable things
I cannot be
I will not be but me
I am not apostate
To lunacy
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 7:05 PM UTC
Formless, hidden flagrance
Bastardizations
Subconscious invasions
Derealization
Murderous mindless mental gobbledygook
Aloof, to bide inside and take a look
Spurious flourish in acrid abhorrence
Tis the demon
Which lies within
That tells me lies
And promotes sin
Trials of toilsome interims
Stagnate and rot, in mine, chagrin
Ineffectual ****** aggravations
Sordid, torrid want, ablation
Putrescence of evanescence
Sorrowful warbles in gargling marbles
Choking on hope,
extinguishing flames of my name and making
Prodding the prongs of the timeless song
Rending and rendering nought to which I belong
Seeing sights, in blindness bind,
simulations of kindness, in emptiest minds
I've seen it screaming, deadened in the dark
It doth implore me, say'n only "Hark!"
Tell me truly, what unruly things of which you speak
Portent futures ever looming, bleak
Unspeakable things
I cannot be
I will not be but me
I am not apostate
To lunacy
