blasted and blinded to chaos, such sorry scenery... a tangle of irony, a web of alluring duplicity is waiting and beckoning, preying in the wings... damaging and incoherent, laughing in yr face then... and grief. it seems so sear so, into blue distance... poising, ready yet again.
fracturing, eyeless, unseeing, emptying hideously... riding an animal hatred...a deadweighted misery, deliberate, and crushing cursing, making you pretend... forcing such a numb and wasting path for you to blithely tread-grief, it seems sear so, into blue distance... robbing you, and sealing you, yet again.