You’re alone, why fight that pressure against the current. Blazing a trail toward nothing, and feeling neglected that you cannot press on. The yellow tailed freak, you were never out to catch a break. Outsourced mismanagement, filed under the outer layered surfaces in bleek pleasure. You struggle pushing forward, they beat you over the head blamelessly in interference. Your face cut open, as it spills on the floor in a splatter of malice. You cry out for a reason, you want to blame them all but know its pointless. Climbing onto the rocks, as they break off cutting your palms into smithereens. Panicking you force a smile, undersized without effort finding your footing. You stumbled as it broke, you smashed to the ground without a care in the world.
Flag’s wave in for the incomplete, they pass through the mind field dangers. Those zone’s cannot have you pass over, you built an empire out of the guilty. Sadness reminds you of the darkness that once was forgotten. Your heart beats within your gut, you can sense trouble in the faultless. Sweetened nector, those tree’s were pierced for a man that’s currency was unwillful. You were trapped under the weight, it collapsed on your chest and you fought for simple relief. I peered into your eyes, they sought after the countenance and metaphors. You lifted to completion, you were feverish and didn’t max out your numbers without first stumbling. Your shoulders buckled under the pressure, without the support of your knees the bag’s were sure to give way.
Your words cook with rage filled mindlessness, you lost in mere seconds of discovering the filthy rags on the ground. These zealots were victimless, timeless in leisure blinded by a folded morgue. You did not sell bandages, they were penniless in those figures. They spoke with the baseless intention, they didn’t find you in a streamlined motion. The shelves were encountered and wasteful, those worlds hadn’t been able to cross over. Your brain filled with gap, it didn’t have a basis for time. But you still found truth, you still tracked it down somewhere in a fund of baseless envelopes. Blending into crimson, comforting without bases and conditioning. Your sustainability is counterfeit, you are blessed by the flames of mediocrity.
Creator And Contributor- Chris Ballenger
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Rooms as tattered as can withstand, a push cart comes forward. Winding up the arm, casting it into the void stonewall. Old relationships become stale, when you figured they’d never see the end. It felt like a punishment, I wondered about in everlasting chaos and fixtures. Pulsing in and outward, the lifeless hole came with a price you’d never come up to. I didn’t want to fight you anymore than I needed to, but you resisted the treasonish claims even in death. Our time hit its peak, one hundred years of drought came and went without a whim or warning. Those poor drawstrings click into place, they called for your internment one and two vowed for justification. One and two bleeds, one and two fell through the glass wall and were never pressed.
I lay at my side, shivering from fear of the unconsciousness. Still very lucid, fully comparable and frigid from the chill I feel. My side presses against the weight of the steel, it melds and moves in the airy bend. I make my eyes towards the wall, its as if its a gaping hole that I could reach out into but do not. Feeling that hand at my back, it pressing onto my skin as moments seem like hours. It whispered to me, a threatening tone of which I never imagined could be reality. I am among the stars, but struggle in search of the true potential within my vast soul. I haven’t seen anything like this, I haven’t experienced this much freedom. I don’t know where to place my hands, I think its ok to fall now. But one wonders, will I ever take the leap.
Fibrated eyes with spokes on the wheel, they kept turning as he made his way through the hallway. Those flames slapped his face with a hardened distance, lefts and rights they smashed into your throat. Your unrelenting force withdrew from the stone walls, as your knuckles bled overlapping the already punctured wounds. You vessels crack open, fizzling like the beat of a drum before wartime. Collapsing inward, you run from your soul crushing defeat. Mere moments pass through the void of degradation, splendidly the corpses rot in your feeble mind impassively in cohesion. You keep the demons on a leash, for only a temporary measurement. Five by four, the feet crash into the floor pavement.
Wounds and whistles bend the counter argument, they blare the sound waving their palms in pleasing of trees that bind the traps of aberrations. You blend into a majestor of frothing matters that blend themselves together inside. Fishing out the lures, they squirm outside the seashore in lofting. We pursue these withering Mavericks, clashing with the titans of an olden period. These conflicts become detrimental, brushing with death of another mannerism. Ghosts of a tribal carlift, they hastened the square pegs foregrounds fell in deep with the enemy. The freedom is within grasp, as if a wind blew in time for you to grab hold of these statures. One found solace, the other searched for it in the infinite wisdom without luck to guide them.