Ticks and leeches dance across my flesh when I wake or when I sleep. I feel a sick transit fade as I realize within my memories of dreams I’ve long since craved while passing through the facilities of our ever binding and demanding society. There are lights that travel over my soul every time I lay my head down [in the cell of nightmares]. Am I so clutched? Weaved to define my vision by the denial I alone crown? Saturn ascends to the visage. I will turn around again; ignorant only to the ever lasting oblivion.
No grudge. Jump-start the blue apocalypse. Define your lateral mantra under the stone of an ocean. You will not be greeted by passion goers. Do you choose to let this go? Are you overwhelmed by the distance you alone must travel? We’re only prompted by the exploration of our ever twisting tragedies. Believe me; there is intention within this vision. Bold yet parabolic to the flood of its virtual insanities.
Don’t cast a shadow where glory is in need. Relentless are our deeds. There is but one way to enter this life, but the gates of death are without number.
Heaven doesn’t lurch on broken heels while the sun shines through the heart of our day. We will bleed to devour our meals as we search for the sanity we’ve grown, planted in stains.
