Stiletto Formal Navigating The Formaldehyde Strait
The parallels in visage are uncanny and distinct, are
you present? This apparition grants me with a synapse
of distraction since your passing. As particles of
light protrude from fixtures that can't harness them,
the sobering flood states the thesis. She was just a
substitution an a carnal desecration, endermining us
with gilded remedies. This amber casing hollows out as
shame pours dow nmy lurid throat and chokes he
conversation in its slurred lamentations. On this
counter I will spill the toxins flowing through my
veins instigated by their oppressor shattered violently
in revere of your name.
As the stern progresses onward the fog is blatantly
apprehensive. The air is thick of cyanide omitting from
the freshly surfaced corpses. This voyage is a standard
change emplyed to decoy apathy and lack of aspirations
in the wake of your affliction. As the binary
encryptions send their demons toward the morbid sails
the table top is covered up with wax as candelabras
mourn. This hull is now a sanction and your wailing
echoes are haunting this derision of a loved. In this
sequence I am complacency. The winds have subsided and
this vessel is a stagnant beast compounding the
saturation of your violent voice! I am defeat.
The stale air screams the tragedy. These principles are
worthless. This fortitude has ended. I'll paint the
walls with life giving provisions. This pistol is high
treason, this pistol is safe haven. I'm coming. This
corset seems predestined, to violate my shamed
paradigm. I won't fail you. These relics are a surgeon:
these willed devices left me alive.
[Did you feel my presence when your mirrored countenace
became unkown to you? This tragic fix lacks the warmth
you've so long desired. This pale night lies.]