Blood and bone as your mortar

Careless interpretations of sculpted character manipulated maliciously through the eye of a needle. Bending and shaping perspectives allowing the vision to hold, collecting the strings that drag monstrous mountains of adversity to the abyss, not withholding conscious efforts of illumination eclipsing the containment of preconceived notions, to hear all is scattered and pain-stricken. Hear the one with no echo or range, the flood engulfs the slipstreams of euphoric torture, joyously embraced, held with passion true. When the sticks they come and the stones they fall , pick them up and build a house and use blood and bone as your mortar.