Corpture XIII - Lysis

Adored by the facets that tarnish the very image that does not reappear. We are confused to the point of knowledge being withheld. What use is the way we attempt to get points across?What use is the fetish to start a conversation that we permit to never get no where. What wrong did them do to be forbade sanctity? Why do they never know what is happening? where is the curiosity gone?

Unusually rabid, the sadistic raconteur,
comprised within his own tell-tale galactic
Fighting the paradigm of not me but us,
The paradox of solar system, anonymous.


Persuaded by the manequins of another generation to recount the horrors, the signs that lead to the solve. Emancipating the very unsocial credits that have embedded within us an urge to make it towards our own self.October sans the weather, the autumn so not omnipresent. we could wrap around our fingers, this emotion yet we pervasively flow into the same old unusual being. There are mysteries, more like questions that shall never be replied to.Why even an atheist who so strongly stands by his view writes god with a capital G? Why we take in what is given, blood by blood!! An apparent difference in my object's position or direction as viewed from different points is as complex as the very vivid sentences that form their own story. Cry like little people subject to being burnt whenever the next page is written. It is not cool to be history anymore.

A bracket of vacuum,
my culture so unused
watch your step, tread carefully,
my magical ventage, sold easily.

Solemn atonement to the subscribers, para gliders, and those amongst others. We walk towards different shades of different colors, so enthralled by the vast spectrum that so seems splendid, albeit when we reach to find it grow as black as the semi polished discrepancies that shroud our being. We will submit yet again to the powers that govern our movement, making us feeling as pragmatic as they can. Flowing into the speech is as unstable a form as ever, we can hardly be too bright to call it a farce.

En caustic, burnt in the solemn paragraphs that questioned our innocence. Witness to the unimaginative naivety and surrounded within the same chivalry that is now dead. Sing my song, there is time for just one more.Their valency is as subjective as is the way we built them around each others. Relativity takes the drive as skeletons ride the wave of absolute.An emphasis on stay, paranoid at the shades of grey, sheets that seem to corrode and rust, in verbatim.

Unsaid words are eventually what make the difference.