I Am So Souless

Mull was culled from intestines of smeared thoughts raking the dandruff of exotic dreams that swelled in nights hot destined to be doomed in spectres of rejection that loomed the party grooved on, intentions danced intricate, bodies just symbols motives targetted serpentine and they had the groove music lullabied sleepy tunes that went in a roam and soon on fumes burn this floor that is quaken and singe these spies that have spied on my peace that is stolen from between you and me me is identified wind torn--you are quite nameless and faceless and I am done not harking for soul even..I am so souless.