~tasha~
Age: 124
Total Posts: 47628
Points: 0
Location:
United Kingdom, United Kingdom
Where there is no honesty; there is simply not an
infinitesimal iota of prosperity; with even the most
mightiest of civilizations; disdainfully squelching
like a pack of frigid cards; to have a taste of
forlornly threadbare dust,
Where there is no compassion; there is simply not a
capricious whisker of solidarity; with the most
formidably invincible of organisms; sinking infinite
feet beneath their sordidly ghastly graves,
Where there is no faith; there is simply not a
dolorously minuscule fraction of strength; with even
the most unfathomably unconquerable army of
scintillating patriots; obnoxiously pulverized to the
last bone of their worthless spine,
Where there is no commitment; there is simply not a
remote insinuation of success; with even the most
fathomlessly rich and bountifully abundant;
ludicrously abnegating every iota of their spurious
wealth,
Where there is no simplicity; there is simply not a
diminutive inch of bloom; with even the most
fragrantly robust of humans; murderously prying for
each other’s throats,
Where there is no freedom; there is simply not an
inconspicuously infidel centimeter of growth; with
even the most vivaciously bouncing living beings
miserably sweating in premature cacophony; towards
their morbidly demonic graveyards,
Where there is no innocence; there is simply not an
obscurely orphaned chunk of artistry; with even the
most eclectically talented of individuals;
horrendously rotting in realms of ghastly
manipulation; for centuries unprecedented,
Where there is no color; there is simply not an
parsimoniously obfuscated haze of beauty; with even
the most panoramically vivid sceneries; haplessly
extinguishing into the dormitories of gruesomely
obsolete wilderness,
Where there is no ardor; there is simply not a
whimsically tiny speck of ambition; with even the most
flamboyantly dynamic fortresses of power; blowing into
ridiculous nothingness at a stray mouthful of nimble
wind,
Where there is no closeness; there is not a pallidly
mercurial space of shelter; with even the most
boundlessly gigantic and grandiloquent of castles;
uncouthly freezing you to; grotesque carcasses beyond
recognition,
Where there is no will; there is simply not an
inordinately tiny bit of enthusiasm; with even the
most overwhelmingly dazzling beams of dynamism;
lividly coalescing with the gory waters of the
treacherous gutters,
Where there is no mankind; there is simply not a
meaninglessly little vial of divinity; with even the
most fervently praying fickle minded devotees; being
austerely penalized at every step that they
trespassed,
Where there is no newness; there is simply not a
pathetically neglected hint of evolution; with even
the most prolifically proliferating organisms;
despondently stagnating in brutal dungeons of
despairingly nonchalant misery,
Where there is no patriotism; there is simply not a
whimsically insensitive impression of triumph; with
even the most indomitably well equipped of soldiers;
inevitably shaking hands with preposterously laughable
defeat,
Where there is no melody; there is simply not a
decipherably stingy blade of sweetness; with the most
exhilaratingly entertaining of idols; diabolically
failing to impress even the fleeting shadows scattered
scraggily around,
Where there is no spirit; there is simply not an
ungainly obscured trace of charisma; with even the
most inherently inborn of magnetic personalities;
savagely evaporating into lackadaisically lackluster
wisps of smoke,
Where there is no transparency; there is simply not a
baselessly non-existent tip of conscience; with even
the most unfathomably impregnable of living beings;
eventually crucifying themselves under a tornado of
guilt and salacious lies,
Where there is no yearning; there is simply not a
remotely abominable puff of breath; with even the most
indefatigably inhaling nostrils; being ruthlessly
asphyxiated into dormitories; of barbarically
strangulated submission,
And where there is no love; there is simply not a
worthlessly negligible wind of life; with even the
most passionately palpitating and perpetual beats of
the heart; demonically incarcerating you in the prison
of viciously vindictive dullness and death….
~tasha~
Age: 124
6596 days old here
Total Posts: 47628
Points: 0
Location:
United Kingdom, United Kingdom
Barren of events,
Rich in pretensions
My earthly life.
Obscurity
My real name.
Wholly unto myself
I exist.
I wrap no soul
In my embrace.
No mentor worthy
Of my calibre
Have I.
I am all alone
Between failure
And frustration.
I am the red thread
Between
Nothingness
And Eternity.
