destroyed amoung the allies

in the fight to follow suit, i have what it takes all to often to have left you

smiling in the end

a blazing arrow is the end of the winter, when i smile is when the year has ended like drifting layers of consiousness

at the ends of my perception

.

stolen i have no fifth.

its like a type of following that spells my demise

harbingers of arid tempests and the infantile comprimise that put me on the line.

ask me if i care

or if i could ever share the ballasts of this final day with her ego. wonder of the world that it takes

to press eject,

never looing back upon the finalized copy of this concoction that i would call my libido.

thin body of light permanance, smothering me with the craft of creased creation, happily rewarded in the revelations, absolute seduction, select tensile purple, i could feel yet foraging i found no forgiveness. take me all day untill i couldnt resist.

proportionate to the amount of effort, ego

despite my own reflection, smiling.

i can tell that ive gone to far and already

the words come back to me, im gratefull not to have been the victem this time, parade the masks that bring me back to these words

despite the perfect tact and spirited tennants in

aftermarket companys and

instances when my bravery is free to roam.

homely housing reflects my time, shadow i chase, as thin as the vine that leads back to her face.