Blunders and Affections I Can't Forgo...

Under the clouds of dreaming, were you beginning to decease
Or was it my own perception that was floating at ease?
Between the mirrors of conjugation, I tracked down the past tenses
Of every action performed that flowed into lovely verses
None of them realized the potential they emboldened within me
A partial subsistence into dissappearing regularity in ecstacy

Flickering images resolved the resolutional state of amends
The work of pity renowned as the filth and mud in angelic possessions
One of the true labors of mind was to conceive all that was thrown up
Congratulations flowed like seed, right down my spine
I was there within the midst of humanity
Yet a forgiveness was a distant dream yet forgotten

Below the emergence of true collateral collusion
We posed a several tactile restitutions to eventuate the souther
The warmth that overtook the mischief and laxated the existence
No questions were needed to ask after the pitstop of revolution
We hid the emotions of basic forms no more
A history of misery they were

Now among all the beckoning and etherizing
A future tense is like a chill in the bones of anesthesia
Recollecting those similar feelings is like an itch in the bone
Memories of the past a burden on you
With a move of hand you could've changed the past
That, you realized, right after everything passed

Now you lower your eyes to accept the harmonic defeat
"SCOUNDREL!!".. the voice bounces back the mirrors
There is a point in every line where the scissors of fate cut off
Now I am falling off that cliff on another disgrace of my life
I will jump back just to fall of the same line
Just to degrade myself for failing once again...