Digging deeper
Spreading through lilac veins,
The toxin;
Pretty to look at.
Damaging to stability.
Physical pain,
It was never the root at hand.
The artificial cause of the ignition;
Of the bellowing brutality
that lay with in each singular flame takes hold,
It Begins to sizzle.
An everlasting stagger of resentment.
Left alone,
Far beyond the reach of what you might call dark.
I was fine until time continued.
Your lingering touch made my mind shutter and shift into another version of reality where physicality could not take hold.
I try and think back to the lives I've touched; implanting fluid destruction.
With false hope of human creation.
Roots will either be held at high standard
Or overall forgotten.
With a set feeling of hostility,
the action witnessed had turned to turmoil in my presence.
An existing soul trapped with nothing but a minor glimpse of hope.
The sparking reality that the decision of fiction is theirs for the taking, as well as the time being..
If all Control was obtained, would It be welcomed in embrace,
or simply turn chaotic as the rest of the world shatters.
Could it withstand the immense constriction, because I, can not.
