SiriusJoker

I am hung up on an assortment of nails. Almost all rusty. Mostly sorry. I am patiently stroking, twinkle-eye smirking, at glimpses stuck in frames, stuck on a wall, from stuck in nails. Stuck in that hung up moment. Stuck, calcific of heart. Embedded, and fucking stuck, in the crystallisation of eternity. Regurgitating such Zeitgeist. Shit outta of luck, a plea calls out, "Bro.... Stuck!" Sensate absorber, Sensei Observer. Figured out figure 8; every form taking spark inside. Outta, innie, is one umbilical cord that unites. My twin doning 'pigskin and an elastic heart' sung to me with that embalming and childlike voice, 'All is, all is,

An absence of tears was what marked the pain on this road. Swallowed weeping gasps demarcated the moment from a terrifying cry; mirrored by wallowed harmonies from a place of wailing darkness, whose touch ice burns and all lies in obscurity. Sadness. An absence of tears is a joy, springing a soft smile after a lovers sweet gentle kiss on my sooky lips. Swallow. Wallow. Allow ... ... Sunrise chords shine from my happy sparkly eyes.

Escapism are as roving clouds, casting more shadows than substance. Shame threatens, as I shine brightly, and yet no one smiles at me. A halitotic breath are their judgements, slit eyed viper's fang their handshake. Dreadful accordance with my own feelings. Crazed within a megalomanic maze. Asylum that is this "all is one" mentality, "we are them" insanity. Melancholic patient within society. Upon realisation: Wet eyes guaranteed, hot eyes foreseen, cheek biting as a  necessity. I, the author and cause, am my own revulsion.

Thoughts before I go to sleep... Escapism are as roving clouds, casting more shadows than substance. Shame threatens, as I shine brightly, and yet no one smiles at me. A halitotic breath are their judgements, slit eyed viper's fang their handshake. Dreadful accordance with my own feelings. Crazed within a megalomanic maze. Asylum that is this "all is one" mentality, "we are them" insanity. Melancholic patient within society. Upon realisation: Wet eyes guaranteed, hot eyes foreseen, cheek biting as a  necessity. I, the author and cause, am my own revulsion.