As one stares into the eyes of decadence
Jousting folds of realities
Accepting, believing, and comprehending
The true nature of happenings
It being Indescribable
it bearing such a presence, unquestionable
it became Not a dream
But births into Existence and is what i fear
And it Burdens me as Escape is nowhere near
I try and try again
Declaring war with a stratagem
uncovered within me
From cycles of repeated agony
Purpose
Though as great a form purpose can take
To an ending of a letter, With love, sully, The snake
Cause being normality’s
Still a greater enemy
Habits are always in front of me
They steered me away, from where i take stand
The place i struggle to understand
...Earth
From Time and Time again
Discovering that I can only feel real with oneself, anomaly, and God
To More and more
things are intangible, easily transparent, and odd
with Few and few
instances unraveling in which what i see is real
Wide and wide
my eyes open to see that people don’t see it as a big deal
At the very Least, imagination holds some wavering providence
As one stares into the eyes of decadence