Threefold Wilt

Every retraction is an extension,
Mentality rains and it reins over my pathetic time.

It gives the race a great pleasure to know what is not understood,
In this essence i sense the immortality of the severed brood.
"No more lying, No more weeping, no more of anything.."
An issue a statement of what is the normalities claim to say, but in truth...

...It never ends, nothing is as the easiest entered hospice seems to be...

"I come to you to seek refuge in a place that is where ideas are formed"
Never too many, never too little, never crossing off that little spittle,
Love in blood, love is cold as the blazing sun, it freezes hearts, time and mind.

Choice is what drives people to insanity whether the calming rains understand, but then the consequences hits three times as hard.

Karma, the best chess player i have ever met in my entire life.
Two steps head, a third step to tease, while i race into this never ending game.
"The world is bleak" it says,
"The world is so full of color and life" essentially they mean the same...

Commit to the war that never seems to come,
eat the flesh that never sowwed,
love the ones you can,

...because you become your worst enemy, once again...