Hive Mind: Codex of Self III

My,

     Memory clouded ache barely lucid half contemporary murdered dreams sees you anymore, Passing breathless laps before my eyes as a stained imaginary glass woven ghost! Talked myself off the ledge of unforgiving forgetfulness... A darkening harbinger tale day, once again growing shadow inside a melancholy depression intoxicated mind.

In lieu of our participation in,
Acknowledging defeat... Too early!