To Emulate A Wretched Constellation

THE FOG BECKONS A SINGLE ENTITY
FORTHCOMING AND IMPENDING DOOM DESPAIR AND TRAGEDY
A BLANK STARE
A SINGULAR ENTRANCE
FALLING THROUGH UNBRIDLED PENETRATION
AGAPE IN A WINDOWLESS SHADOW
FROZEN IN THE PASSAGE OF HOLLOW INTERSTELLAR PIGMENTS
TO HAVE A CONSTANT IS NOT AN OPTION
LEFT WONDERING
A SPLIT TONGUE
A SHELVED PERSONALITY
A MASSIVE CRANIAL FRACTURE
NO CONTENTION WITH THE UNABATED SICKNESS THE LUST
THE EVERPRESENT PHENOM OF DEPRIVATION

Gray Skies

A MASKED INVASION OF THE DARKEST DESCENT
INVOLUNTARILY IMPRISONED FOR NO GAIN OR PRETENSE THEREFORE

A SINGLE FRUSTRATION MASKED IN ELUSIVE PIGMENT
A SHADOWY MARBLE ENGULFED WITH SOLITUDE
I ENVISION MY PLIGHT AS A MARVELOUS PERSONAFICATION OF EMOTION

THE BLUEST OF FLAMES LICKING THE CRIMSON BACKGROUND
OF A MILLION MEMORIES OF HER NEW FACE

THE GREYEST OF BLUE EYES I HAVE EVER SEEN
HOLLOW, DISTORTED, AND A FIGMENT....GONE

COTTON FIELDS AND PINK SKY
A FORGOTTON ESCUTCHEON PERCHED ON A WILLOW TREE

A DEEP LONGING FOR AT LEAST HOLLOWNESS
A FEW MORE DREAMS AND THIS TOO SHALL PASS