*

These gut feelings are repulsive,
harboring poignant emotion.  anticipating every turn to be explosive;

Oh, can you hear?  echoes pulsating about mine head,
I can show fear.  this has but one shade of cataclysmic red;

There's an entire organized sickness,
boldly growing through piled ashes

mess.  Wholeheartedly swallows desires which fuel
me. alters beholder's insightful

beauty.  trapping imagination under newest ingenuity
                      -
freedom is destiny's ultimate cruelty //

everything insinuates.  heart refuses to wait //

finally make this world acclimate. to my endeavoring mental state.