Mon coeur et Mon âme

Analogy: "Tenacity of the Unknown"

Tenacity of the Unknown

In sickness and in health, till death do us part. Future is unknown. 

Eyes of drooping fashion, innervated most at peace

Jaundice turns mere faith into dusts

Yellowness of thy skin caressed by electric blue vents

Those lines of pulsating annoyance, bigger it went

Let alone of the fallen souls, clichéd.

Emanating pain mingled well on a ball, amidst desires

Parade of the worst oncoming forth

Derogatory music beating from thy heart

Forcing none of such erratic breaths, swallow now!

Playing tag-along with the raunchy placebo pills

Keratin engorged higher in flames of ignorance

Craving on top of thy lungs

 Thumping in zesty dance of the Unknown

 Fancy foot-work colonized by random negativity

 Scared yielded by welled-up eyes, piss and shit

 Aroma walked proudly among the decaying touch

 Emancipated truth soar from scene, begone!

 Hope accelerated the degrading fatigue

 Mentality reduced such level, advanced of proliferating tissues

 He might pop and visit, future of the forgotten ones

 Wispy chillness enshrouded his senses

 Evade all we wish, noting the protrusion of thy Mind

 Deep it went with the mounting wounds

 Limited supply inert at times

 Forgiven sins are well-developed below

 Swelling moon in attendance of meant horror

 Waiting humor needlessly resolved in wafts

 Shriveling spirit in terms of eminent hollowness

 Flamboyant no longer of thy graceful hands

 Listen nil of joy in petty remembrance, icy cold

 The pallid moment cascading in approach

 Underneath closer in destructive manner

 State thy last will, or ceased for the End

 Escape this harrowing multitude of sorrow

 Elevate thy soul, away from the Light

 Scattered in shards of immortal regrets

 Bottled with concoctions in desperate attempts

 Missing vigor in future rendezvous