Endless Travesties

You can show the world a kind heart you will only reap frayed impulses of acquisitiveness. She has the most conscientious intentions but the platitude of her own life has a unkempt way of coevolving yin and yang

I've sustained a lot in my years, repression egressed as a consoler creating a paradoxical war within myself. Not a soul conveys sincerity, only the voice who trembles to the weaker man. Now I'm achingly perceptive, I've sought to effectuate the tangible ardour to ingest the anguish of loves betrayal, nurturing my self-tormenting affliction, docile to the dejection. My apathetic tendencies scorn love to relish malevolence equally as I pine for the fervour of a philanthropic lover in the moments maltreated sentiments deplete the beckoning mind.

I've let my bitter tongue dissolve my podium of tenacious aptitudes. I brood over the whereabouts in regard to the girl who delved towards all misanthropists and exposes benevolence with dynamism for a sublime scheme. I set sail for glory and treasure, however, sank on my journey into martyrdom. I miss you, the less tarnished variant of my core. Alas, Individual self-healing ends only in inevitable tribulation.

Or perhaps I'm more cognizant than ever, not senselessly imprudent for I have looked in the face of manipulations depraved and laughed while it wept for me to sway one last misguided dance along the forbidden path life inscribed my name. The chain of reckless ethics proclaims I'm to decree sanction. I demand sweeter fruit for my pre-sentenced future.