These Words Are Spoken Through Silent Whispers...
Censor This
A Possession of My Solitude
the soundless hours
of the fluttering day passing by
regressing to the state of innocence
yet humbled by normality
repeatedly considering
the shamelessly remote flirting
begrudging the obligations
ignoring the dumb silences
blissfully over sizing
my determinations
with sincerity for my self mutilations
promising my invitations
with parasitic bursts of saturation
jaded with the inclines of hibernation
becoming tedious
suckling up to single interludes
of freedom
like a blow to the head
the annihilation of conscience
impulsively throwing away my sorrow
only minutes away from decay
the crucifixion of flattery
the resurrection of hallucination
polluting me with insanity
longing for the nourishment
starving for the innocence
smothering me with the suffering
leaving me breathless
leaving me with the emptiness
of a shadowless fate
