Insects' buzzing

Gazing at the transgressive, monotonous (yet awake) mundane- burning cheeks, bottles empty of holy blood accompanied by slurred atonement lost in soft wind persevered; untainted discovery by foolish hopes and dreams cleansed the heavy mind -so long ago- (absorbed by a double cornered blue piece forced by trembling, febrile fingers onto a middle, claustrophobic gap in the puzzle. The same calloused fingers left the piece fall onto tarnished tranquility and stone grass below... the puzzle followed shortly after.) While clouded heaven mirrored into precious jewels, supposedly suppressed insects' buzzing swirled into murky abyss, sojourned into presumably bright surface creating crass, frustrating bruit, as haunting salvation and self induced divine commitment tried to coerce only to be swiftly swapped by the animalistic surviving instinct mistaken with prideful self-controlling nature. Adverted, hazy scrutiny wandered off prosaic cacophony whilst cold, pristine, heavenly blanket hid the fallen form from noisome stares... Crimson flooded, trembling, twitching limbs reached weakly to the faint bloodied heaven reflected onto cheap emeralds; only the gelid and chast dare to purge them.