In the Wake of Moonshade

Are you tired of laughing?

Post-devour synapse of multithreaded connections

An amputee of collaborated cardinal mischief senses

Discretion for isolation amongst mediocre testimonies

The will of blood permeable of complex formations

Machinations of termin through recurring obscenities

The risen goddesh perishes through timeslots

Framed colossal conjunctions lapse, syncing with grace

Faint odor of failure disputes the remedial dreams

Contortions on the plot extend through the benighted gaze

Fictitious own persuasions lead the herald of subreption

Yet failure is a pact between those that worship prosaic tenses

Sobering to another bright light in the retina..

Slappy Happy

Historical watershed glorified by the solidarity
A sculpture's aesthetic synapses collude
Momentary loss of free will to destiny
Chances collide into permutations of infinite
An overflow in the lack of pestilence..

Waive a transmutation for cryophilic emulators
Undone catastrophe smells of the new year's roast
Delightful dew smothers the pearl hidden in the mussel
Carefully deliver the wave of fragile happiness
I await..

Wet wishful lips, taste like wine, not mine, not mine
Viral infection of the taproot, the world collides
To the core, down to the core, burn..
Emergence, can you see us hiding beneath ourselves
A misinterpreted past for a future of tentacles..

Unarmed assault is a tempting way to commit suicide
Unlike the chaotic suburb of hell, inglorious precision determines nothing
A single arm is way past the bed time for ephemeral drugs
Slap to the face, you knew it was hurdling this way, oh, pleasant
Thank you, love, that was precious..

Touched

Ahh, just about time..
Just when the rays started emitting death and
Boundaries ran upwards towards the lynching bay
Concise burdens started covering our path
The dense fog choked our oh-two down our guts
A splinter of rain stuck in our heart..
Welcoming the early fall, the fall of myths
The fall of our hopes,
A gravitational trajectory pulling it towards the flame of our frenzy..
Our hopeless pique sound the loneliness of the nightfall
Engraved poison blossoms..

It was expected, that precious pinch that would make us bleed to death
So vaguely hidden in the shredded grains of our conviction..
None would've predicted the utmost fatality that it brought
A leakage from a deep gutter lay still on my palm
Vicarious suffering through a remote settlement..
A single letter pronunciation takes the lead: why?
Why was that splinter a basilic venom for my soul
A shriek in the mouth of the python with eternal greed for happiness
Undone through the decapitated solitude of the parchment
That carried all my ill will and desires..

I saw it coming, but could not dodge
For I was an eternal keeper of the morbid malevolence of passion
Even the blind seer couldn't cut me loose from my strings..
I abide to the post-mortem mourning, a delicate pain?
A whimsical notion, catastrophic results through a simple sneeze..
Not too much of a surprise, I clearly depicted to self the oncoming storm
Yet chose to enjoy the wind that spurred an ecstatic feeling in me
Not that I wanted to exist that moment, but I had roots not so deep
And was a carry-on passenger in a non-stopping train of pain
Dumped in scars deep within every now and then..

All was because of an emotional bond to an entity
And being smacked by the physical bond to another
Still, flickering at 60Hz, I couldn't find the means to run away
Paralyzed by that emotion that smelled like vomit..

Laughter Echoes in the Shrine

A mind piece that is misused by unfaithful prayers..
A player at the verge of nothingness, a duplicate..
Funny how crossroads don't intervene anymore!

It's not a testimony, it's how one forfeits their penalty..
Territories do hurt after simple collision, yet they don't exist..
It's just simple echoes of personal egos,
Alternating currency planted by mishaps..
Nothing fancy, fully personal, extremely amateur,
Simple tickles applied on a newborn cause less chaos,
A grimace borne hate, mindless regressions..

Step back from your word, switch meanings
A mash of soulless extremes..
Smirk..
Cowardice, futile squirms of last breaths..
A mask falls off on the soil, is the seed of all hate..
We live by, due all respect to the past,
Forgetting a dull future with an excess..

It just wraps around a laugh,
An uncaring, cynical laugh..