Twisted Virtues That Shine Twisted Lights

slightly battered beaten and torn at my side my self-righteous thorn catastrophied symphony and your resounding noise i employed pain consistant choice recognized alarming perpetual gaze always acting until ignored red curtains open listless crowd snores, waiting to be impressed, otherwise bored life as a show this is the story of love ungloried muddy waters of my soul continually pouring damned and drenched my atmosphere wrenched glorious vision of lakes and bays sky blued reflecting, dismantalling, effectually, the thin line between perceived substance and infinite reality