Long thoughts collapse Into an oblivious chasm That slowly deepens While sorrow drops Into an abyssal trench Layers surrounding Beliefs and ideas grasp For its knowledge That spouts into ripples Of fragmented waters Laying calmly seeking Droplets of rekindled Seasons in spacious Realms quaking through Slumbers’ wrath in turmoil -Fin-

Slow Tears Tears live in the bowels Of time Where memories suckle Eons wrath As sobs cater to fragmented Scenes These solutions dive into Arms of silence That crumbles though Journeys Of a slow burn and seldom Drops its ashes

Bring fundi dressings To a mechanics dream Where fusion barks In repeated essence That releasing aromas Of finishing metal Glistening in silvery tone That marvel a finished product -Fin-

Convoluted responses That lift boundaries Into the misery kept Which slices through its Detoured silence of sorrow Shattered forms lingers Upon shelved combinations Reaching deeply into Abyssal trenches crying Out and being fractured Breaking in fragmented worry As jostling materials Sees its whining existence No longer cradles In a frozen diagnosis…

Lost in struggling To surrender hope Making those corrupted Racist liars pay dearly For their caustic hate Saving those marred Living under deceptions Where white leads Its violence that Punishes innocent lives Along with bullshit Excuses to continue Their killing while Others cry out on deaf ears Weeping in silence

Imagination creates Visuals distortions where Hope leans into a lighten Abyss of watered corridors In convoluted illusions Concepts speak their Abstract designs where Hidden voices its silhouettes That speak of perceptive gravity Covered in emotional truths Visions sparkle in draped Materials which storm Through in colorful streams Never witnessing the lines Of fragmented shadows

Loneliness crawls out Masking changes through A gambit of emotions In oblique stances Creating its fervor Crumbling waking Moments happening Daily where silhouettes Break in fragmented Skies deleting its cause Insomnia cries out In virtual shadows As whispers cradles The lack of sincerity Coming in masses

Voices continue to Whisper their silences Of damaging fragments Wandering deep inside Through hidden detours Encountered desires Are quieted while struggles In screamed notions such Coverings are an abyssal Line of watered themes Much clamoring rings Out with confusion That quenches its thirst For replications which Tumbles a jagged ending

Marching along a Divided loop taking Series of passing Journeys that dabble In seasoned woes The stroll climbs Over in marked Travels seeking Unknown places To rest upon Quietly searching Deep in ones thoughts Shouts briefly into An oblivious end pacing Each vision of truth