Unhealthy labels,

       Infinite icons advocating lethal complexes granted access by those who display the algorithms of stigmas, Ever willing to define; empowered by the voltage of their lack-ignorant-luster disease, Adoring that which comfort alone prescribes, They are the drones that blindly terrorise!

In lieu of a global lobotomy, 
Awakening the children of sleep,
To acknowledgement...! 

Late by definition,

     Shown the letter; transcript of the devil's advocation for death before birth, Deemed significant time hateful insignificant gradient of sand spec line first, The black parental outcast neglect sheep & unworthy of saving... Yet despite the malignant potency of will against surviving, Here you stand.

In lieu of...
Walking against all grains!

Doom,

      Itching at the heart, Throbbing between the bones accidental yet too awakened late to be unmade, Death's potential woven by dice toss between the practitioner's sheets!

Each Distant Year...!

Ritual days,

      Wake to appease, Fit the appearance, Sleep in the drowning absence of dreams, Just to ease... Walk through the hideous faceless gossip damaged unpleasantness, Brought on by the gifting of fractured debt inconclusive hopefulness, About a future you'll never conclusively see, In actual goodness of facts it's been sinking since you embraced this path... 

      Once again the forte of cleverness ekes insidiously in, You're never supposed to be... Like them, Living under a tide of greed instead of obtaining daily the abundance of more loving eyes, In sober moments; there's regret...

In lieu of our participation in,
Sleep dredge of the hive; walking

You intentful eyes,

      Rape the skin off my bones, Death isn't good an ending for your fate, Masculinity wrote a dark letter from the century of lost equality, Did you remember to read it... In the disguise you wear to appear past adolescence; Your kind is the apocalypse. 

      Your wits reek of evil born from the core's MAN'S invention that mask their desire's vigilantism, There are countless letters, movies, books, men that prescribe to the livelihood of this lie... They are us & we are that which defines humanity on the edge of one last day's parade, Before we discover the edge of our burden & find it's far... Far, far too late.

        There is nothing to resurrect another moment nor save us from the tribulation of our wits naked end, We spent too long as vampires, Eyes envisioning women as prey, Silent bent over school catholic boy pawns; as if women were held beyond a'door's reach, Bay of hibernating reflections kept dormant until today, The awakening is a choice we all must live... So is our advancement beyond 'no,' if we walk this line... We can hold our breath until death, Unworthy of trial, prosecution, jail or saving... It's beyond too fate masculinity on over spiteful of everything drive late! We run this parade & we like it doomed.

Ritual days,

      Wake to appease, Sleep in the drowning absence of dreams, Just to ease... The hideous unpleasantness, Brought on by the gifting of fractured debt inconclusive future hopefulness...

Chain ally smoke,

     Remedy for an awesome totality afflicted decision never to sleep, The hive is infected by a dishonest cause with infinite effect monologue!