The Blatancy of Fulfillment

Cracks, sordid away
Lay with them down
Secure all

Sound the anchors, lord knows
Forsent these, did I
List them
I crown the passenger

With shallow dismay
With shallow dismay

Residence in true vacuums
Forlorn in triumph and envy
Sheer cliffs drop full of thorny stone pride

Red wept in pools

Right where I’ve been
In familiar lands and different times
All saken and respected forgotten
In turn for the blatancy of fulfillment

Overwhelmed with mental stench and sickness of sound
Dredging and wading through skullections