Riddle VII: Nothing is Figured Out!

Please hollow my mind,

        Eternally obscene distant armour, Wilt me as a dying flower in autumn away...! There be no shelter remaining to blind silence in an ever present consciousness prison mine internal third willing to accept but never blind inner unprecedented empathetic despite the dark; Eye!

In lieu of my participation in,
Nothing... EVER!

Riddle VI

Subconsciousness bliss apocalypse,

      The conscience has quit, Slumbering in miss-configured silence, Never amended hallelujah dead empathy chorus made to comatose last sentenced and accepted ending, No Templar's renowned undiscovered once slaved for pathetic unholy gadget psalm cause openly willing to alter, enhance, revise... Their fellow man's eyes... blind!

In lieu of,
Watch'n...
Nothing...!

Riddle... V

Despicable coma bow,

     Slumbering oceanic disease harbinger of emotions within dreams unwillingly appealing to an illegitimate present internal dehumanizing mirror too spitefully often reflected tense landscape of mine own unheard fingers are acting as a noose with vermilion bathtub chalk friendship outline bottom red painted slit kissed pill unwaking wrists...  There's nothing but a the most memorable nightmare disease about such unprecedented misunderstood most unappealing and rarely selfish disenchanted hope for anything but the tiresome woes of internalized conflict endings...

In lieu of,
That day...
The knife finds me

Riddle IV

Despicable coma,

     Disease wherein dreams unwillingly wrought appeal to an illegitimate present internal tense landscape of mine own prescribed noose, wrist, pill... Body and soul defied unprotected against the enemy within the self: Ending, Swelling are the unfathomable intoxicating depression quaking everything drugs binding the self as the most pertinent threat on any level to defeat enemy at the bottom of our arrogantly wickedness spread too distant via greed's disease far; internal sky!

In lieu of thunder and lightning,
Our weaponized persistence,
To atone end ourselves,
As if drowning,
Or hanging...!

Riddle III

Dreaded coma,

     Memories unwillingly sought are a remedy in pretend, Bottomless foul blindness inducing mask, Hiding our most heartless silent foul abhorrent drone themed fallen into dreams... Existing within, As adored memories!

In lieu of our participation in,
Watching all that befalls us,
Without lifting a thought
Much less a finger,
Of a zombie!

Riddle II

Only wanted to be,

     The present requiem tense everything, Only one talked about... Now I swear a silent middle fledged unto the unresponsive skies finger in lieu of prayers never kept, To anyone... Ever, Save the first white true merciless unquestionable mistakes are all they truly make world!

In lieu of,
The presence of demons,
Walking as humans.

Riddle... I

Can't wait to delinquent,

     Exist as the harbinger described in hiding at very the depressed prescription intoxicated back end of your since needle to vain birth supposedly aperture blindness is the most valuable necessity we're now willingly denied, Womb confidant, Drugs... Say anything, Apparently we haven't got a lifeless clue... Only those above can prescribe the memories we're to transcribe our stamp of self onto, We're all but victims to demographic demons!

In lieu of our participation in,
Adoring the riddles of...
Fallen angels,
But human