Emotions forged from tv shows,they make the heart grow affection lost.I passed a brick wall yesterday.The sun wept it's rays and so did my heart.The aching throb,creeping increased.My soul deceased in place of it's hole. I'm climbing through a continuum,Mindbent,Head set to function 'Acceptable'.And still the pain,the pain that sharpens it's soothsaying edges,Bites my heel. Bitter, empty words.Created out of dust.I find the monotonous, said the verses in my brain.Knitting loops of history,COnfusion,Depending on which door I pass through.Only one of us will make it.Dubious substances,gender twixt a soupbowl.The original style is buried under silken iron,in it's place is a dish of what...an oven?fireblazen with carnivorous heat? Flames that spite the cracks.That attack and demolish the ferns,It's furnace merging both new and old.
great allegory, way to paint a visual picture of pain and bliss ( assuming so in the mindbent verse) Cheers, gregOnzo
