ajnaindiga

So I have awoken today with a cup of coffee a pinch of excitability and a lack of emotional control An offspring of different species like a strong acid that has digested my soul My words spoken is a dead language that beats without oscillation an oblivion memory tormented by the hands of time Transparent, like tracing paper an artificial eloquence that rambles on in my mind Secondary in order to be first sacred in its passage and a melody in the depths of water trying to discover the philosophy of my soul As I find calmness of mind It has become my own concious choice in a dying state to unwilling to listen Im to wither away and fade

So I have awoken today with a cup of coffee a pinch of excitability and a lack of emotional control An offspring of different species like a strong acid that has digested my soul My words spoken is a dead language that beats without oscillation an oblivion memory tormented by the hands of time Transparent, like tracing paper an artificial eloquence that rambles on in my mind Secondary in order to be first sacred in its passage and a melody in the depths of water trying to discover the philosophy of my soul As I find calmness of mind It has become my own concious choice in a dying state to unwilling to listen Im to wither away and fade

~The Story~ Mark the time and hold the breath with anchors of wings and the touch of a dove. Ripeness only leads to decay simply to renovate the rose, a daisy and an empty glass of blooded sorrows. I fall. Kneeling in realms between worlds as I perish I'm unborn and I'm created bending in the nonexistence of my existence. Teeth clip my wings derive me from the void electrons beam the forthcoming in the distant horizon as the future is within the womb of the gods. The production of creation molded and sculpted to fit the mold. Pulverized the wind strikes the roots undoing the fall. Vanishing like threads of beads in sunlight. Put to death th