He stifled the scorned tears of dainty desires that just slipped deeper away from the ones whom were once admired.
Lost throughout the twilight zone trying to make his ambiguous bed out of the solitude and indefinite steel and stone.
The equivocation of the dirt and its inevitable dismay had touched the audacious agenda and cracked his empty dinner plate.
Hostile arrogance crucified his self infliction of tomorrows erroneous crisis and his self portrait was clearly depicted.
The sequential whirling of the hidden audience screamed out “ devoid of importance “ and the dauntless 6 feet deep hypothetical squeeze lacked all that inner permissiveness.
A thousand lifetimes of the cherished golden silence vanquished the vague imperviousness of that arduous violence.
Fool me once but twice stipulates instantaneous death shadowed by a thousand lifetimes of subdued eternal rains specifically uttering that absolutely nothing is left.
Dreadlocked and deadlocked cemented ironclad box masqueraded the ineffective struggles of yesterday's precise misleading hooligan being crucified on top of steel blocks.
THESE ARE ALL JUST WORDS BUT WHEN WILL THE MADNESS COMPLETELY STOP?
©jgrayzer
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