Feeding harrowing malignance,

sitting comfortably upon backs muffled ignorance,

twisting between split incisions,

hold self ornate in acceptance;

Refusal to be one of dreadful things,

sipping illusions to tread through horror scenes,

insecurities are natural as if to breathing;

Relishing blissful pain that screams of a masochist

paced upon stones to find one's happiest;

Brace abundant paths,

any & all play undesired impacts;

Resilient beneath bewildered greys,

somber through forcefully of delirious haze,

quite easier to allow mind a wander within fantasies,

Wouldn't you rather say?