a slash at the blood clouds!

no pits defines my depth, and the black therein. I shame at my own reluctance to antidote this laziness. I have exhausted myself. Spent. .. it was a feat. to replace my eyes. Eyes that do not tell a welcoming. behind the new ones, may them open wide arms ... for friendly embrace. And the effort to grow new limps and arms. For better outlook. See my vanity and the eyes for prejudice. See me as I fake myself. In a walk that differs, a talk that untells things... that might and might not be true. This must be the way of man! for it is the way of gods! A race to death...
breathless... sightless... aimless in the end. You will not retain ANY self esteem. Failed! Thy eye circles. Tiredness , do you really concur, .. adjust your self. Adjust yourself! I seek ways to excuse myself to explain myself to fool myself to console myself to believe in myself .. to comfort myself, to pride myself to lie to myself. The worse win!

The worse win! THE WORSE WINS !

across my blade, in the air, bring life to freedom! oxidise! dry to the heavens! harden be rocks in cold!!

Join mine to yours.

when as one. Be in flight....