Obsessed Fathomless Hollowness

Un-----earthed my----self de--ci--sive--ly Near-ly bust-ed Lay-ing on rocks... Weakened spiritually; Rejuvenation before long— Tucked in that rock-bottom chasm, nevertheless kept dreaming— Woking up— Surprisingly distant from myself; Although, woken to that seemly monotonus dream/thought... (As it is of you, my muse) Some—how stum——bled ;yadretsey emitemoS Plum- -met- -ed in regress, ------- --------- However for today, I exist awakened; Hollowness had not been that Fathomless— Dragging myself out from that somber chasm— Effortlessly brushing rocks back into that Somber Chasm; Hearing—Hearing the—the echoing—echoing thuds—thuds as—as they—they hit—hit the—the bottom—botttom of—of that—that Fathomless somber chasm... (Not owing to you, little girl) I do not perceive...precede back to something else? Trickery-sneakily-deceives Honesty into comfort; Manipulation will befall. Treachery lies to my soul; Revealing for all...mistook it for loyalty— (As I had done with you, little girl) True -3love -3consumed-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3my being Desirably-embraced-blissful fantasies; Appreciated that exhilarating exhaustion— Had that venom... Driiippiiiing steeeaaadiiily frooom yooouuur liiips Since you spat that poison, blinding me... Obsessed...Am I? Why argue with the likes of you... What endeavor occurred was not with you, Snake. (Owing to you, little girl) I do not recognize...proceed towards whatever else. Had I known you no longer Passionately prided yourself as my muse, Intending instead to poisen my muse... Never been allowed an experience to inspire... Inspiration now obliterated...someday (Owing to you, my muse) Fake love provokes me, Desperately-embracing-deceitful clarity, Eagerly evoking what will never disintegrate me. Anxiously anticipating what arrives after; Haste helps find my way back into hell. You have disappeared from my existe--- (As I exist only for you, my muse)