Punctured With Affections

Punctured With Affections

by DiiJam McChiz

I am tired with life and affections and it's emotionless limbs that cloak over my seam in an inactive state of feebleness while draining the same bloody feelings. My psyche lifted up flipping off to the road of serenity We are here now solitary in closeness quixotically enduring to create visions with two by fours and glue, but even a house won't bind us unitedly when our emotions exist solely. Figurative promises stale into oblivion like any lexemes enact, finally and we avowed our souls to evolve into a different deuce of indented obscurity that procreate to an impediment rather than to one another and we ponder why the carnations are perishing.