BOLD by Brunch, with a side of a bunch of BS or Say-Less

The limb elongates in the bodies flayed attempt at survival. Internal struggle, intelligently struggling in the maintaining of oxygen in a Bold yet desperate display. Feeble gravities Lunging, Lurching behind from within where wheels turn till a grasp, grips a palm heavy & ten digits stick. Heaven sent on Godspeed Hell-bound down to stand dim-witted, in await on the Devils' wing. War-torn legless soldiers tip-toe down the shadow of death. Then 'Battle Panthers' pounce sunk down well past dawn, Commence the plan, sharp with a thin edge. Approach them cold, except. Accept, Blood flow in the shade of an Assault Machine. Dust, sleep in those eyes. Bloodshot and eyesores alike, litter the land to become paint to my landscapes elicit bashfulness banished to the whitens life behind snowcapped eyes of the irrevocably blind. Boulders retained locked in pain staking strain. bare shoulders maintain Bolder in a crushing composure. In the embrace of enemies, On the eve' of deceit. Decompress in a vacuum space, tight, beneath a new peak a Zizith thread, a Zenith thread. Found a home where the avalanches' onslaught shifts before rest. "It's Murder on the Knees". Got to try it sometime. If not us then who? If not now then soon. Bold Favors; Bold Flavors.