My stars fade to black,
my brain smolders from the martyrdoms.

Shattered envelopes sealed by centrifugal aberrations.

Corpses never lie, intent with this
only spoon fed adults can reciprocate-
at why I think reckless parents should die.

What has happened to the impulses, the motivation?

My nerves still tense, bouncing adumbrations are all I'm allowed to see.
A progressive intellectual devourer with
sensual stimulations...

Tonight I'll sojourn to the black abdomen.
Withering at the sight of myself, I disinfect my forehead to
respectfully constrain emotions.

Erase the book, plague the steeple,
and all the ignorant people. My brain withholds all the

reflective dregs.

Subject to the mind's frailties;
yet servant to no one. A deceiver lead by impious notations;

held back by the moral gate.

Insouciant to sanity,
interrogation of faith,

we'll rest in a sexless mother.