Numb & Blind... VII

Parachutes in flames,

      Skyward lack ever wondering dreams are burn falling as autumn leaves down, The memory never impacted anything before compass is oblivious seasonally jaded, Perception overbearingly amiss drunkenly swaying in tangents as sickles, Proudly dread-less-naught weeping in reverse continuity of accepting the flawless silhouette of blame.

In lieu of participating in,
Crying for lack of present(ce)s,
For mice and pawns!