No Willful Purpose

Days like this, they pass by like a flash of lightning. Open flaps hit the floor, brisk and unmarked with fellow damage. It cooked to a charged sound, popping as if the explosive candidate had no reason for existence. The funds had run out of meaning, they were no longer blessed for they had wasted a life. Tales of a evil whim, passing through the chains without even a quibble. You had to let me know, it was an over exaggerated issue in pain that you caused.  Those spheres attacked with a vicious rage, they had no purpose and no willful explanation. The senses hit you in the throat, as you felt it collapse within and ran into another peaceful tyranny.

Creator And Contributor- Chris Ballenger

Follow On Twitter

https://twitter.com/RebelsConscious

Always looking for people to work with, if that peaks your interest contact me.

chrisballenger953@yahoo.com

Purchase My Book

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s