Bullet damaged hope,

     Unspeakable persistent proof; Of the most hated self ever...

In lieu of...
Outcasting!

Bullet hope,

     Proof of... Our inhumane ongoing persistent tragedy, We're lethargy lingering; In pride spiteful place of empathy; Hope is eternally darkest fight ever attempted shy of our permanent bold hatred adored spire of eternally anticipated any choice inflicted by greed we're yet to make!

In lieu of our anticipation in,
Preying and preying,
Yet to pray...!

Vile harbinger,

    The inevitable evil; Inhaled warmth intoxicating our guts, Purging the faith from our inhuman ever on-noxious-going tragedy, Dark mephitic scripted burnt lethally sick out worse, Is our blackened hope of forever; The hazy every shattering day... Of every living ghost soul person.

In lieu of,
Never writing,
Ever again...

Harbinger,

    The inevitable; Inhale my guts, Purge this inhuman tragedy, Dark scripted burn of the worst blackened hope; Haze of our everyday...

In lieu of,
Writing it all off...

She... XVII

She,

     I'm a growing proxy to... The tangible infinity, I anxiously chase chased her... Every second in between memories, Momentarily sick with indefinite voice impatient numbness' storm, Silently rebuked by the load that out-carries, Trying to move but I'm always nearly dying...

In lieu of...
Twisting poems,
About you're my everything,
Into tangents about; Me!
I never ways very...
Very brave.
jx