Slinging scribbles

For me, a paint or a picture, none that is real, relegated to a bench, monotony is the new stench. Judge; crisis! A quiet insider in me, tatters, a little shy, shudders, all that was true is all, for true? The veil of hypocrisy unveils unfailingly, wailing at sorrows that are none. Create; bereave! Silence is the new confusion, torn apart by the age, says a savage, bound by nostalgia of ages, Wilted, wasted wanderlust in wonderland, for worse? Drop;dead! Pleasure preys on the thirst of greed, greed is the new breed, breed forms the unholy grid, finally succumbs to the dreadful deed! There unfolds a trail of paths searching for the light, bigotry, lies are all it finds, for there are many lights, those ones that delight, oh yes, many, but none that claim to not provide the house of light! All that discipline is gifted, or a practiced chain, Sane, but banal for the bane! Time ricochets backtracking shame, Now flame the blame and hug the lame! Insanity bred by ins...

I have locked myself in the room, surrounded myself with the shades of my shadow along with the flaming rays of sun that wash my feet, giving me enough reason to live tomorrow for it gives me hope of a new seeking, a different beginning, a better meaning for a weaker sibling! I am afraid to look out of the window, terrified at little noises my resemblances may make, either about me or their mundane happenings. little do i know about the fear that resides within me, the fear of defeat swallowing me, the fear of competition killing me and the smaller details happening with me.  I blow the candle away; close my eyes to accept the deep silence and the darkness, the only thing which appreciates my existence forever with a placid nature. My soul accepts it with grace as the hand keeps ticking and warning me about the lost time it makes but I realize deep within myself, either am wasted as each day shall pass or the other way which awaits mystery! My mind views mystery as hypothetical ...