TRENDKILLER's blog: "focus"

he squirms and writhes in his bonds, the ropes tightening with every twist of resistance the cool air washes over his damp skin, chilling him to his very core the moon filters through the canopy of trees above and sprinkles light throughout almost romanticizing this morbid tale that unfolds before his bloodshot eyes fear subsides as exhaustion spreads through his weakening body the gouges in his chest seem to speak to him, taunting him with their heartbeat-like cadence his predator returns, leans over his prey, a satisfied smile spreading across his lips hands glide over this ravaged canvas, the artist admiring his work like a proud parent beauty is a relative concept, triggering emotions akin to an orgasmic high beauty this masterpiece is, though it lives and soon will cease a breeze winds through the trees, leaves dancing on their unseen stage the canvas slowly comes to rest, ragged breathing now but a whisper death slowly settles on its child , a somber melody that soothes the cries and stills the fluttering of the heart.

i seeped through the cracks of my routine a week ago a measure of self-restraint was required and i indulged it seems that what i thought was priority isnt, thus... a different path is tread upon with cautious confidence..? Those that love me, keep me in your hearts you know who you are and you will be rewarded i'll achieve my goal: to grasp myself and evolve. a fucking promise....mark my words.

floating in a haze thoughts drift by struggle to focus serenity but why? it seems to disarm and filter right through a sense that grabs me distorting all i do the fates have laughed at my expense,i admit but i journey on, denied not one bit as the moon rises up in the sky with such ease, i grieve the dying light, for it hides mans disease i'll do what i must to remove the excess but take the time tonight to reflect on my success

realize what is in front of me divulge what was behind me the scattering of my mistakes crowd me, reminding me of my frailty this requires a remedy which eludes me to forgo deeper inquiry of my psyche saves me from painful enlightenment ergo, i stumble over my hesitant feet, my footprints awash in somber tears

why do we sleepwalk when we should move with purpose? that which requires self reliance is the most sacred to behold i realize what i behold and i defend it fiercely; no usurpers however strength for evolution of said self is not a trivial feat indeed to reduce my steps to a level i can keep up with is shameful is it the fear of a tangible that would define me what slows me? have i even a definition at all with which to present myself to the world? its a task i continuously tackle but with no plan, thus no success. sorrow is an eager muse, self-reflection the subject of my subconscious canvas basically no one wants a man that isnt of himself, for himself, for his.period.