Inebriated Creations

I feel like I’m swimming in the heat of the blood of life itself. I’m dazed in binding sights and blinding effects. Everything is falling from nowhere to forever and after forever, through the ash of the memories of hatred. God forgot about this world after we stopped believing in him. So we were left alone in the darkness and we are now a failed abortions paper lunch, thrown together without care, rotting in impurity.

I’m brushed aside by lifetimes, swimming with insanity as a friend. And all good love followed for discretionaries. Strewn across the country my innards fall dim. The sunset itself jealous by the dark warmth. Help, they cry, sinking into the entity of regret. May they live and die together throughout the forever of life and nothing of contemplations.

Single served rejections, injected into veins. Ejection from the norm and completion pleads insane. Dying everlasting. Torn from limb to soul. Swallowed in the eternal grasp of tortured unwilling of old. Limping from the materialism, perilous glowing lot. We begged to grow together and die, regain to rot. Blood fell from the lips of beloveds with children beyond the grave. Unity’s integrity is flavored by war, by ash, by dear, forgot.

Eyeless, remorsed, deteriorating waste, fading to colorless noises. Fear of fear and trepidation of love may break into self reliability. Realities and fictions, synonyms of hatred. Blinding impurities fall for withered trees. Envious with life as his only bargaining chip. Fortune sits upon his imagination, glancing at the memories, then wish away his horrid dreams. Its all melting he moans, when death seeped into lights. Fulfilling his ever treacheries and excruciating temptations. Floats away does it not, in seasonal upbringings. Surreal daydreams and infinite shadows shift through the trash and into hearts.