The Visions of Myself Upon this Splattered Plastered Rasp;
Death Splitting Sessions of My Recession;
Wilted and Covered in Thy Own Mastered Flask of Tattered Past.
Connections with Mine Own Recollection is a Thine Own Speculation.
Destruction will never be Ill fate to my own Creation,
The Resonance of Legislation surrounds my mask of Vindication.
The Dedication and Aware Insurrection Cast and Covered in A Candle’s Wilted Grasp;
Clasping the Liquid;
Burning my Soul;
Searing inside My Mind.
Refractions of my Blessing is Only that of a Cursed Reflection,
Caressing my Nurture is the Nature of Thine Resurrection.
Wishing the Difference of Way,
The Candle Lit Flame;
Spattered Around the Loveless Ground.
My Heart and Thine Own Soul;
My Mind and Thine own Rhyme.
Counting and Thrusting,
For the Illusion of My Own Cushion,
The One of Love’s Arrogant Bow.
The Thorn in My Side,
The Brother Who Sighs with Thine Own Sty.
A mirror is in mine own Lie,
Revealing the Sin,
Loveless All I can Be within;
The Desire and Passion I plead in this time in and time again!
Will and Wilt it Not?
Ever be Enough?
Grow and Case the Flickered Pass of Thy Light,
The Wiccan Feel of My Lighter I Cast,
My Flickered Flick,
The Blood I Left,
The Past Is Deaf.
The Future is Blind,
The insanity of My Mind, Never Giving in To Thine own Sin!
I am Free from within,
I am the Limited Limit of Thine Own Glass Shard!
Cutting My Heart;
Spilling My Blood;
Rivers Flow,
As does my Soul.
Never Forgetting, Always I seem to forgive,
The Nature Of Thine Gift!
To always Give in Thee sake of Receive,
I Will Never Fathom the Capacity to Conceive!
The Restless Hate that continues to Fuel my Ignorant and Arrogant Case.
With Love:
Sebastciaun
