By Weh

PERCHANCE, pure ignorance led me to thine fate, this insensitive cast of shadowed ills, master of melancholy, captain of misery, pukes wormed to, fester my sole. WROUGHT, I to thine chambered bed of tear-filled filth, thy soulless disposition of dogged bitten maladies, mastery of wanton death, captain of pistols gift, giveth thee eternally, peace lest mired, in wretchedness, be thine indeed, forevermore. BOUGHT, thee an earthly infirmity gift of thine underworld, a substance of substantial kaleidoscopic wonderment, masters of the Gorgon green powdery eyes, captain favor thee and keep me stoned, the zodiacal tamed universe in, infinity delusion, aloft. OUTDATED is not part of modernity, an obstacle of fluidity, utter nonsensical befitting of untruths worthy of, frontal page jibberish for a stoned audience, be the damnation of liberal bitterness and, prosaic palfrey gallops expelling feces, edible for domineering soulmates, lost in love, fools that they are, spiraling aspirants sticky, cesspool of the, damned! 2020 February 09