Crush

I’m not writing this for you, silent intemperate witness the same rain paints your canvas but lifeless self neurosis constricts and binds rainbows from adorning walls of crashing acidic lies Honesty laced with empathy, is it that hard? Crushing waves of apotheosis, honour and kin the only traits noble of hominine sacrifice left on broken blood soaked shores of lassitude The web glues all whether you like it or not lighting up every cell to stimulate interior growth Reawaken to the facts and reconnect, everything is waiting opposite the shores of occupation and self-immolation