Rooted Sadness

Rim of madness. A cold draught of unraveling shocking suddenness. My grave morality is the subject of suffering. Twirling reflections so rapid like a rooted need for my sense of being. My exulted mentality succumbs to a fever of dark passions. This savage within; narrows my reality. Breathless and trembling as my conscience is stirring. A cultivated rapture of darkness, my primal peril of sadness diminishes. My timeless death gave me formation, a reality falls shattered. It's a conflict of illusions of unprecedented expansion, so terrible and fascinating. It diminishes. As I grasp reality merely, A dwelling? A realm? No, it's my rooted sadness. I'm feeling disposed like a torrent flowing of turbulent emotions uncontrolled. A grotesque submission of my mental sadness is forever impelled.