Words Aren'T the Tree To Lean On

I'm not abnormal just different kind of normal through my chambers tantalized horse is storming (storms make trees take deeper roots) Dolly's vinyl began skipping so my God put his paper hat on that God of mine wears a paper hat and you wear the fear the same way we all have rooted fears above which ingrained branches furcate designing modular shadows to be tailored upon yet my symmetrical reasoning keeps on coloring that infested resonance enveloping skin in barbed tape hoping that loosen blood will make a liquid embankment around integrated Thanatos as no one ever comes forward to the bleeding ones but human embodiment is a marvel like river it breaks its way through to the subsistence so harbored will of mine constructed a timber upon which singleness can find its rest until encounters her similarly aberrant soil