A manic man knows no way… To exceptionally say
Something uncurtailed by extra-curricular pain/situated in gold yet none too coated whatsoever
He preys upon this over-exaggerated maniacal anxiety and fails to solemnly breathe
Upright and dastardly to which way shall he fall next?
Respect of a most unworshipped kind half-heartedly garnered right by his crumpled and crushed side
They strip themselves dry and fail of their own unsupportive accord
Til nothing but silly little pretenders with over-exaggerated memories barely touching to caress this brand new brain again
The fell harder than he ever truly could… Yet they were indeed the most beautiful and upward-spiralling stepping-stones
and Home – thank you kindly
For that peppered by doubt precious time
He
Is
Fine
