AFTER THE FALL, PROTRACTION REBORED MY COMATOSE. WHEN IN WAITING FOR SLEEPING MINDS TO RELFECT A SIGN OF CIRCULATION, INTELLECT (FROM THE DEEPEST DEPTHS) SWARMS THROUGH WHATS STILL (MY CONSUMPTION). A BEAUTIFULLY PLANNED CAPTURE. A DRIFTER, SO TIMELESSLY, DRAGS MY HOLLOWED BODY TO ITS DEATH. OF EYES IN WAKE, A TIMELESS IDENTITY. WHEN PROPHECIZEING NIGHT, DRAWS A TRUTH; WE’RE NON-BELIEVING. IN STILL, IT BEATS TO WAIT IN TOMBS OF LIFELESSNESS UNTIL A PLACE OF Stagnation. FOREVER
the FOREVER made me laugh i like it but put it in stanzas, your rebellion just makes it harder to read
