Thine End of Daze
Category: Life
"Thine End of Daze"
by: Sebastciaun T. Censtcuriaus
The ceasing nurture upon thine Intentions;
While thy boast!
Thine reaction which for action is thine serenading of translucent actions!
Thy opinions that plague thy label of thine Insanity.
This cursed insanities plea is of thine own decree;
Thee is inside of my own life;
that in thine end;
A summary of perspective will be a selected phrase upon the stone hinged boring that of thee,
Engraved in my Thine Own Statement;
Set it upon my six feet plotted sleep;
Thy
shall try and caption ate the Reign of summaries thy will place it in
Vain, Oh! Shall I roll in caskets plane for the plated phrase?!.
Thy turn it shall;
Thy shepherd;
Tend my vessel in thy mortuary of stones!
Thy duty and thy law;
Do it wilt;
Protect thine phrase upon thine stone
There I shall forever be sitting in time six times a feet a top mind own head!
The epitaph and thy quote relaying thy vision which plated upon Thine Last Message for mortals to Peer;
Thy I shall say come upon thy restless vision of me;
intentions with thee own envious and selfish pretensions!
Never pay thy right to the sighs and cries of thy luscious lies,
For here lies Thine Own Resting Vessel!
Inside Thine Curse;
Thee own reflection upon my own resurrection;
Thine of succession,
Brew it to be forged and forth;
Thine such written!?
Shall which it be a blessing in this being of stated recognition!
Throwing the sight and pleas towards the points and presence of Minding sightless plight!
Thine sign hoisted upon my resonance;
Thee own points it be of omnipotence!
This which shall I be;
Imploring the sedation of thine vessel!
Where is is this Stone Wall!
Thine restless Hinge;
Where it is my restless door!
Dirt upon thy mound leading to the house where thine I be forever resting;
This is that which thou hast set Thine Soul!
Free it be forever leaving thy to code thy at wilt;
Thine left hind and be the keys;
Thine is divine and placing algorithm for thy own selection!
Where Shall I Be?
Thy protraction,
Thine of Interaction?!
What forth? Shall wilt it drive,
Inward thine Insanity!
Forth hence is that which Thine I Bore.
Lesser be the formless fluid;
I have grown wings upon dimensions I forever soar!
Thine I set;
Thine I Dream;
Thee Deeming thy freedom from thy luscious land of sorted dominion;
Thine it is times in My Subtle Refraction!
Thine which is will;
It then be thine staleness!
Is then wilt be thine rotted celestial the endless nature of my vessel!
Thine It be given forth;
Becoming thine own Desolation.
Thee to which it be;
Subsequent, The synchronized direction;
The life resting upon the nestling mast;
veiled upon Ewe’s and Eyes of Thy Reflection;
Thee unto me writs that were upon my Land of Euthanasia;
Caressing thy sight given upon thee hand of slight!
Thine I!
Cyanide thee remains upon the savory form;
Thine tasteless!
Similar I found upon many of thee Ewe’s which were and are!
Thine I left limitless inner faction,
Thine I remain striving before rowing down thy river of deafening stain!
Infinities Essence resolving thee times of mine verses;
Thine this will never cease;
Thine divinity of surreal time!
Cadence upon radiance;
This is that Celestial Rhyme.
Thine venture upon my ghost plated hells;
Natures casket closed upon thine case of Thy own God;
Exponentiating This Forever Eye;
The Immaculate Nature of over rated Internal Grace.
Thine mortal which am I,?
Freely flowed through shameless waste;
Thy Reaper has been thy which it comes!
Breeding and Breathing;
Bleeding before but now it is;
That Fore I Shall No More!
The vessel of thine human resistance bleeds nevermore;
Wrestled and Nestled;
In thine time
Thy Illusion which I shared!
I lie now upon this hoard of castles;
Beneath and Below thy dirt once again.
Severed from body;
Separated from heart and mind;
My Reaper’s Day!
Has it come?!
Take back thine curse!
Boring it before;
once it is as was to me!
Slay and Laid to rest;
Forever potent in my resonant peace that which is thine place!
Never again;
Shall I mourn for no more!?
Will there be a sorrow’s morn;
The mourn of shallow form!
Will never retain it’s shame upon this mind and heart I left before;
Forever and Never;
More shall I sight my shame upon this cite!
Heartless world!!!
Thy Made of thy jealous game!
Restless and Faded;
Jaded and Flayed;
Parting I bid my way,
Sorted away never to feel this lighted array,
The sun has left my vessel,
for it’s becoming thine end of daze!
with Love;
By:
Sebastciaun
T.
Censtcuriaus
