The Blank Face Parade Array

i am a drowning victim today in the blank face parade array in the middle of the creepy weeds i continue to spread the needy seeds this lifetime is a bookmark moment, and i lie to myself letting off a smell so emphatically potent trying to be the good guy internally and in vain driving myself crazy without knowing i am drowning till i go insane what i want takes a back seat to what needs to be said despite a with to be in pitch black silhouette while a mind is attempting to be read the puzzle pieces are spread out like repetition in rivulets of resurrection some are pawns to communicable normalcy despite the efforts of their direction i myself am never in full protective gear when it comes to your connection and separation in this life i know i must recover quickly and formulate another recipe for the purpose of preparation