Babble

 
I feel hate pour
my pours ascending into the raze and baking beneath the radiance of flames.
I'm spinning,
Reeling
Static yet tripping
It's dizzying and I'm leaking
I think I'm sneaking into a
Transcendent
Imminent infrastructure of insanity
Burrowed beneath impertinent minuscule monopolies of mayhem as my cells combust and become a vacuum,
A void of lies
Inner bearings lost,
Eviscerated in flame
Cannot tame these final fleeting thoughts,
Testimonies of torrential downpour
Tenacious tendencies towards tedious disfigurement upon an outlandish embankment of prolapsed personification and derived dereliction after encounters with ravenous vultures and aborted viscerals.  
I'm careening,
Screaming and fleeing into a state of altered coalition with the shades that writhe abiding my mind biding my time until climax is achieved and I regurgitate some semblance of withered rotten innards into the treacherous nether.
Blockades clouding the same capillaries of aggression as pain initiates turbulent transgressions
Of oppression and festering digestion whereas the lesser of these being a simple stampede of ease as cold sweeps clean the flaming blaze and undulating seas devoid of seasoned reason swallow this wayward babbler of archaic pattern and rhythm but I am not a swimmer and after burning I am drowning so now I'm floundering in abounding waters of
Manipulated matter.
Sinking
I am seeking an end I need to pretend that this is over but my mother always said never take candy from strangers so I'm fevered without a conclusion to the precarious delusion in which I am found drowning.




For my competition of the same title.