A my Ambience is Always Askence Ardent Avarice Affecting All Actions Afflicting Apologetic Attractions that i Avow And i Accept Attacks B from a Billet-doux whose Brevity left me Blear But its Been Better Before Because it was Brought to me C Clear now i Cogitate that your Complencence Couldn't make us Compeer a Constant Cumber Causing me to Culminate D but you Demarcate Disallow & Disavow so my Duress Dissimulates our Dissension E is because you Equivocate the Ensue Entralls me when you Evince that your F Faulty you say you'll Flexure but Forsooth you Fourflush Foment Fuss were Fake you Foist us G Goodness Gracious is this as Good as it Gets the Grass ain't Green just Galavent Greed Growing i Guess H Ha! Its Hardly Heavenly this is Hell Heated Hot i cant Hide Having to Hold on is Hard in your Heart you know I I'de Instantly Improve every Inch Interested but you Imprecated me & all I've Invested J i got Juked you Jested now im Jaded in a Jam your jovial J- Joshin K still i Kindly Keep letting you Kick it as if were Kosher like Klaussen L then Loose Lips Loaded with Lucrative Lies Lost em now im Leaning Looking Lascivious oh Lord i Lose Less M with My Madmans Machinations a Malicious Malevolent Mess More N than Nevertheless & with Names Now known Notice it was a No win a Nowhere Negative Nosedive Neither knew we Needed O to Open my Overture was Overdue thats Obvious & Oceans Of Options were Offored but your Omission was Ominous Overwhelming P Promises Plague me Polluted by your Personal Prick so i Practice Poisonous Punishment Praying for it to Q Quit but Quarts of Quiet Questions wont Quash R my Reasons for Rhetoric Radical Rataplans Repetitive ........ ....and thats where it ends for now still working on it feel free to throw some ideas on how to end it thanks
Through a frame of melted sand i caught a glimpse of some strange man & this man he walked a path but in his hand he clutched a staff that bore a cross and epigraph. As he passed the man peered back his face was pale his eyes were black an eerie pause brought forth a sack. The man reached in and exposed a light that first was red but then turned white it grew & grew it got so bright i had to shield my eyes from sight. I turned away for just a blink but to look again was my instinct slowly i removed my hands and saw there was no light there was no man.
The thoughts are coming to fast. I can not slow them down, alone sitting in my room humming from the lights the only sound. Twisted thoughts about the future who, what,why, i need to do paranoias sitting in from the fuse my brain just blew. My overwhelming urges help anxiety invite a sense of hands around my throat and Thier squeezing awfully tight i feel my only option is to give into realities demands and face my destined future of getting strangled by those hands
If you had a choice would you change what you got? Would you turn up the noise or thicken the plot? Or would you change nothing just to watch it again from the place it all started to the place it all ends if through the first part you darted would you slow down for the rest would you make yourself wealthy or holy & blessed? If you were down and depressed would you brighten your day if you knew what path to take would you go that way? What do you say ? What is it that you'de do ? To error is human we all know thats too true but what if you knew to rise above & do the opposite of whatever it is you did that kept you from love if push came to shove where would you stand would you be taking advantage or lending a hand like grains of sand were all washed away in the tied if you attempted and failed would you continue to try no need to reply because you call the shot so if you had a choice would you change what you got?