Inescapable tortures
rest complacently within
my body.
Coincedental
my experiences must be.
Be still mind.
Listen to the pricks of pain.
See if you can control them
and wander in your confusion.
Contemplate curious temptations.
Test your body.
Breach of Text >>>>
To get this far without having accomplished so much
As a drop into the space this has become for me
A lonely error with my claws of claim too deep
Set aside from the spirits that took themselves into darkness
That hole to be filled, magnetically pronounced by their faint gurgles of humour
They shirk responsibility as well as I would, daintly irreversible in callous states
Wanting to admit this person of dearest sacrifice will gauge a deep track of tarnish.
What were you thinking when you wrote " will gauge a deep track of tarnish"?
I think I was trying to say something about the future being immeasureable.