Sallow Chaos

Pulchritudinous attraction withered away to solemn dirt lining frail and delicate desperation which fell deep into the wrath of melody's storm. Tangled frames exist only within a carmine horizon; a ghost of skeletal cartilage trapped in a shell to suffocate - struggling in endless writhe. Shimmer glaze will rust all nerve, depleting the stem of a thousand gutted flowers, yet still tangible to amethyst shadows. Lost in an electric twine, dissipated into a funnel of oceans where only sounds of quiet voices surround threads of silence.