Navigate through the broken

Dancing along the bridge of agony with memorial emotions flowing under its vague. Running to each corner of solitude for the comfort of ease of being in the presence of a the burning darkness. That fumes around the ocean of drowned sorrow. A soul is excavated from a body through a string motioned by the puppeteer with intentions of evoking a stir of breakdown. An uneven balance of vitality is transparent through the reflection of a conspiring spirit. Stuck in an irrational state of trauma, the experience of ongoing emotional tragedies serves as a death penalty. The inability to escape out of ones mind is inevitable. You stare at your dying self while trying to save themselves. With nothing but broken down pieces that left a hole, capable of filling up a room suited for reincarnated demons from the past. Yet again the gravitational pull towards heaven sees the glimpse of my soul as immobile. Orbiting a sort of natural disaster that has incurred through the transmission of misadjusted patterns of thought. Each prayer drenched with an ill omen, suffocating verbal expressions, black colored rapture, internalized dilemmas groveling amongst a painter's palette, each sketch of a brush sequences cicatrice imagery revolutionized under My cloth of soul.