onslaught

experience, the loquacious veracity. all combining the entirety of this eviscerate forward, growing, the persistence, the ramble, the perchance holocaust, frenzy, stolen, if we're running from the fallacies of our very nature by our very nature we're discombobulated in the invictus of it. visceral days set upon the forgetting of the time line we've begun. you purchased the chaffed outer formality of your growing fears of becoming the intrinsic population. quivering to the back burned excretion of your once gallant pride. savoring the moments of technique in which you soulfully endowed upon. promises, feeling as though they've befell a suture, seams seeminglessley encompassing your attempts. wasted? the face of it structured over your homelessness creating a haven for growing pains, the giving arms and hearts of the faces we try to reenact in the horde of impulses based on false false preemptive actions strewn across the twitching fingers and heavy souls we've begun to let break our bones into dust. elsewhere, your once asphyxiated eyes. promising those fickle words you never wish you'd heard. and yet this time it was supposed to be your time to keep. your prize set upon your shoulders like valor. recognition. bruised knees bruised hearts. bloody knuckles. if only. for once, sleep seems so terrorizing..

you don't want to forget what you need to say..