A subtle texture subdued by continuous motion
to prove a from previously nonexistent
illuminated by one's own mark exclusive
to specific motions
these are motions that can only be emulated in their truest form
by their creator
this cementing one's own
individuality in the medium
which acts as the true root of human existence
in this state we can create and understand our
nature
purified and devoid of clutter
that consumes free thought
the physical manifestation of betrayal
lies in the surface
area
mentality with nothing to anchor to
there is no hope reaching for an epidemic
to strike the world and free myself
trapped
by an ever-changing countenance
with a static mentality an abundance of lust
finds its way into the beautiful world
and taint the
sexless whore
an illusion of hope beckons
who will answer its call
who would answer at all
on and on into the world
devoid
of life never forget what they did to you