ABYSMAL
integrated flare lighting
it's somewhat dismal
of course
enchanting
abysmal
down streak
nearly mist-full
when you reach the bottom
there is somehow sometimes more
rising wistfully in shrieking streaks
the blackened pits of your root centered eyes
speak of single mindedness yet close mindedness
you could say that's what keeps you sane
only in mere secondhand observation
it obviously isn't/doesn't
so what's the secret of your wanton whores nest
lacking in spitfire side winding nerve spindling wanderlust
I simply can't begin to fathom the aggravated void
you willfully stoke
maybe it's because a long time ago
the last strand of everything
beautifully mythical
inside you broke
torn away, shoved away
down to the very last neural spoke
stake in consciousness rendering close mindedness