Echoing rhymes of times as i climb mountains with harrowing signs of past truth and lies ending merciful cries through irony's fate of subtle jest and bait ridden with incest layered by dark breaths that caress the spirit to near death as i beat my chest in raw vent before i ascend then implement the calm whilst burning thoughts of many sorts and forms resting with cohorts on ledges of rocky pledges loose from storms of torn imbedded norms fleeting on society's shores. Look into my worn eyes of formless wars fought to the core as avalanches fall i wonder what more this mass play has in store.
Cos it's taken so much as i clutch to memories of sweet touch and words such was our love so deep that i gently weep within seeping tears sparingly even in sleep. My insanity bred from dreaded exorcisms of red rivers within prisons to imbed what no longer isn't. Burrowing into nether regions of the mind n soul as it grinds me whole inside my control..
As wisdom falls of a broken sage, shackled in chains of crying slaves, churning rage n harmony in an endless cage. Others lay in my wake of opaque ways but i'll ache on up to make ammends for mistakes made by me unto fate....but never hate...
EDIT: I guess you call it a vent. That's why i've left it how i wrote it. No real structure, might if i feel right, put it in later.