A wretched vile atrocious mess. A predicament of disastrous decree...I can't find my cognizance in this dissension....I wallow in self pity as I disguise my out worldly appearance with abundant deception and endless transmogrification....How can I sustain this lack luster manifestation as I slide deeper into a state of ambiguity...Uncertainty surrounds me..Cataclysmic forecasts smother my every pore...
A disgusting detachment of distressing contingency....I swallow my crooked pride and leap off this grotesque ghoulish mountain of misery...
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A melancholy of sorrow
The petulant predicament I find myself in, throngs me into exile as I await this formidable sin.. The dissonant identity of my former self, fusillades my unwilling ability to thrive in this overwhelming catastrophic agglomeration.. I can safely expound my frantic failure as I ponder archaic demonized cognitions of unparalleled despair...Shall I proceed with caution or expeditiously plunge into an everlasting misery of nefarious torment?
By Nicky 5feet35 years ago in Poets
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