Did I petition for this inferior firmament of the Adam's Haven?.
Perhaps an amnesic transaction had ensued behind closed
doors or a blackmailing collateral like a noose waiting to hang
the ensnared craven.
Gallivanting on the highway to hell,the lone musketeer hums a
forsaken hymn of "carry on my wayward son" the yearning
melody provokes the Schizophrenia's condemnation.
All said and done antagonize the nothing said or done as the
precocious urchin stares on into the boulevard streets of the
forsaken rotting animate abominations.
Barely clutching onto the balance of the careening hands of
time,the ever watching eyes of the quiet spirit calculates the
erratic pulse of the zapped energy.
Into the usual escapades of everyday,the encounter of the
undertaker paralyzes the rebel lion of the wildcard,the reality of
death at the drop of a hat coerces the savor of it and the living
to the full fill.
Hardly cloaking,the genetic make-up of the two faced fiend
struggles to conjure it's vanishing act in the light of the sun rays,
the dread of the find of it along poetic prejudice by it's victims
lingers on its mind.
On the banquet table lies a revolting assortment of delicacies
and diabetic sumptuous dishes after it's kind,enticed by the
splendour of it the helpless parasite of the glutton craves for it's
untamed spree of feed.
Captivated by the rainbow color paint of the driving
bandwagon,thou jumps into it without an afterthought, while
peering around, the notice of pairs beckons a nostalgic desire
of the estranged better half.
The reinventions of a coincidence of past lovers was the ideal
at the premiere yet the darling stalked off the designated tracks
weary of the harsh karmic love cycle and into another's
embrace"Where refuges my love",the deserted rhetoric cries.
Snatched from thy slumber, a masculine quizzing tone of ;"who
do you know"vexingly raptures the veins,nay astonied by...