"The Land of Sanity"
by:sebastciaun t.
censtcuriaus

The distance of mine self in my own affliction.

An affliction of sickening for those pretending to be listening.

Guidance and abiding is the source of cause.

Ripple reflection, sheep's stare as they follow painting a picture of another in the mirror.

Being and stating intentions of lesser mentioning.

Nothing of ones own a reclusive rendition.

Where to find resonant misting?
The fog of judgment and plaguing mind of mine persistence.

The deafening awe's in the serenaded Just of Cause.

Affection for caressing my insurrection.

Specules of conformed vesticular vessel.

Embodying and Encapsulation of Spirit.

The rearing eery fearing smearing pause of undeniable laws.

Caring to fare my own fair and applause.

Firing my lust,
Searing my heart,
Hearing my parting vow to resonate with illusory yawns.

The fake apparition hoisted upon my spherical essence is nothing of spherical resonance.

Folding the space of being onto facades in self.

Warping the shape and place in time and face.

Saving my own race,
Pleading the resisted case,
Clothed with fine linen and lace beat upon my door,
Oh! How to give in to such a perverse and opportune whore!

Seeping through my pores as I kill mine self daily.

Baiting myself with raining pain.

The reign of incadescent bane ambiguity.

The pane in windows shut,
The bland significance in asserted decadence.

Outstanding the varicose contusion flowing in mine incoherent brain,
Insanity in all vanity,
Sanity for all things built upon the Land of Sanity.