All this urgency to be alone,
incriminates me, inundating.
Arming me with emergency.
I am an aquamarine watercolour dream, edging on the verge of obscene. A tattooed, poke & stick masterpiece cavalcade of permanent ink. Contradictory to the notion that everything is fleeting. I am overwhelmed by the deafening of my own heart, that keeps on beautifully beating. With my expectations bleeding, I soothe my spirited sanity by silently shouting at the unseen that has me seething.

Dancing dangerously off-beat, I march to my own rhythmic remedy. Two-step maniacally between the melody, of my own unbecoming elegy. A eucharistic eulogy of Euphrates, Ecclesiastical elegy of Heracles.
Aristocracy oft-eating Pedigree, 
overheating from the thirty-third degree.
Incapacitated by the ultimate finality of an apocalypse that's nearing, so what are you wearing?