This reflection is beckoning, like the highest tide of soulless water which pours diligence through a tinted glass. Come with me to the pearls of the sea and fight consumption with a tied gut that pounds with fear. Thoughtless resonance of the spiraling frost and let there be ailment whilst floating in a constitutional war through severed fists we remain. Shaking at the severity that held last night captive, I’ve become these thoughts alive in the darkness: contradicting two thousand rules of moral standards, conduct is aimed and released with a forceful breach of knowledge attained through glorified treason and let there be stars above the sky who taint these wicked smiles, who ravage my mind through these thoughts which through blasphemy, revoke my substance. Miss Green I cannot fathom these words in sequence any longer. You’ve cursed me with this disease, this love which will never seem to fade despite my attempts to tarnish and drown and abandon all signs of proof it’s ever loved in the first.
