Description is my reflection, the image, implicit repellant
to make decisions that were intelligent, unjust incessant
Im the crust that settled, corroding away, mass irrelevance
frozen to stray from secondless time-frames, oblique prey
To reach frames of immaculate conceptions, prevalent rejection
at the bottom of this league of gentlemen, regiment descension
Thats me- questing for a fundamental form of understanding
falling out of love, the blunder central of crash landing
Static panning, until facial muscle spanning resembles anguish
My sole standing, the covetous product of impetuous rambling
And intentional planning of motions mismanaged in heated moments
shrugs and a singlebed is what I recieve as a grieving token
The shrieking is broken by physicality, the uprising of apathy
a tyrant on the brink of sanity, umpiring his own calamity
Tiring of withstanding vanity, common ground bonds- commonplace
Upon her torrent face, was my figure occupying a foreign space
Law and taste's intergrate in my eyes, then exit and break
allowing me to redecorate the sectioned hate, depending on fate
Expending on shape, their way of life, are they willing to fight?
against this villain of strife, will you be here, yonder the night?
The ponder on sight- distracted, infact opinions on first glance
reprimanded as lovelorns first hand expressed what words cant
The term rant, optional, while opticals exchange present antiquity
mans history portraited instantly, with palms resting specifically
Vividly connected as if intended, the touch of magic impended
the happy incentive being my eccentric glow, shown on my offensive
Retentive not being synonymous with my luck, the reality loser
Mr. chastity polluter who's in tune to the infernal racket
Internal habits become external, the shackling, the grand lacking
I can't even outline whats happening, Ivory border- I stand savage
Bland language, not a physical demise, white lights my adulation
female fascination, and admiration in no traces, like my patience
Congratulations was the occupation for all of the X chromosomes
sex was a hopeless tone, is there no escaping this broken home??
NOPE!
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