Venom was collected within the vessels of my
beating rhyme, irregular of the  perception that
was visualized outside this vessel of reactions.

You held on to the visage of what kept you sedated
to the whims of a thousand whips. Lacerating on
the feelings bleeding deep within you.  

Your afflictions were textures that I fed upon.
You were a succubus that I  was nourished on.
All were  play things of loves gullible folly.

Venom was collected within the vessels of my
beating rhyme, irregular of the  perception that
was visualized outside this vessel of reactions.

You held on to the visage of what kept you sedated
to the whims of a thousand whips. Lacerating on
the feelings bleeding deep within you.  

Your afflictions were textures that I fed upon.
You were a succubus that I  was nourished on.
All were  play things of loves gullible folly.

Sublime beauty hidden within the clinging walls
of a residence that had secrets unbeknown to the
outside world. Melodies were assuage in there
pristine composition, clinging to the wall writing
a brevity of afterimages beyond the veil of sight.

Luminescent webs were weaving within like a prism
conquering the veil, magnifying with each reflective
joining. Flourishing deep within were  blossoms that were
wording literal petals of beauty. But not everything
alluring is beckoning, dangerous are thorns untouched.

All things luminance aren't always the intention of bringing
light to the world. There are different hues audacious in
there devouring of the voids. Abstract  in there gentle rain
of reflective hunger. Their behaviour that of a spoilt infant
wanting more than what is given. But light always fades.

But these flowers were the seeds of the universe droplets
of luminosity that breathed light on the worlds.  
Before suns shone in there cradles these petals shone
in the void. Some reflections still linger hungering for
thorns to pierce the void for eternity that sleep in twilight.

Sublime beauty hidden within the clinging walls
of a residence that had secrets unbeknown to the
outside world. Melodies were assuage in there
pristine composition, clinging to the wall writing
a brevity of afterimages beyond the veil of sight.

Luminescent webs were weaving within like a prism
conquering the veil, magnifying with each reflective
joining. Flourishing deep within were  blossoms that were
wording literal petals of beauty. But not everything
alluring is beckoning, dangerous are thorns untouched.

All things luminance aren't always the intention of bringing
light to the world. There are different hues audacious in
there devouring of the voids. Abstract  in there gentle rain
of reflective hunger. Their behaviour that of a spoilt infant
wanting more than what is given. But light always fades.

But these flowers were the seeds of the universe droplets
of luminosity that breathed light on the worlds.  
Before suns shone in there cradles these petals shone
in the void. Some reflections still linger hungering for
thorns to pierce the void for eternity that sleep in twilight.

Broken razorblades haemorrhaging
beneath my voice, I tried to sculpture
the pain beneath my intentions.

To sew them underneath with blunt
needles. venting the devastation that
clustered beneath, I wanted to bleed out.

If I needed wings to soar they were plucked
before I flew, and the razorblades were
haemorrhaging beneath, I'd cut them myself.

Broken razorblades haemorrhaging
beneath my voice, I tried to sculpture
the pain beneath my intentions.

To sew them underneath with blunt
needles. venting the devastation that
clustered beneath, I wanted to bleed out.

If I needed wings to soar they were plucked
before I flew, and the razorblades were
haemorrhaging beneath, I'd cut them myself.

Every sunset is one that bleeds within
my perception, I don't no why its
just like seeing my syllables dissipate
into a  hue of clarity. I'm a pill away from
ending it, to find its different in my mind.

My collected conciseness that rises luminous,
but then dissolving as its brightness
falls into a void of white stones descending
into the nothingness inside of me.  
I'm close to something beyond my perception.

I'm not linguistically challenged,
but I'm one pill away from ending
it. I've collected my memories upon
this discoloured white, and its just
a button from fading to nullity.