The demolition of variety,

A fabricated talon of yesterdays burning dream.

Sacrifice.

The outlined solice, simplicated by fable I immortalized you by metaphysical desire.

On and on the conquest reigns,

Subliminally moulding possibility, your charcoal tools a noted example of weakness.

Gloveless and needy I scatter myself through time.

An ancient disciple of matters inevitable grip,

Passionate and deserving, we shock each other for answers.

Blending out angels, sealing our tombs for the final encription of fate.

The first reality grows. Hungry like an animal, pathetic like a child.

With detatched soulless obstuction I giggle my way through the hologram.

Stoic and unconvinced, I read the scriptures and mentally anguish over Silicon.

Passages rise and images cleanse,

What bitter taste in torture, what silent agony this shadow lovingly greets.

Bitter synchronicity, you are not here. Not reading this. Not able to read.

A painting devoid of experience, Betraying endlessly for opinion. Divorced of conscience, waging war on personal coloured thought.

Bitten by isolation your credibility churns.

Signifying the end of existence.

Blissfull like atoms, enslaved like the endless employment of time.