1. DELINQUENT LONELINESS
The most treacherously ungainly manipulation miserably dithered to perturb me; as I
unflinchingly marched on the path of blazingly scintillating righteousness,
But what was killing me more than horrific death every unfurling instant; was the
amorphously devilish dungeon of; remorseful loneliness.
The most murderously bizarre conventionalism horrendously staggered to dent me
even an infinitesimal trifle; as I fulminated into a gloriously embellished festoon of
unhindered creativity,
But what was killing me more than cadaverous death every passing instant; was the
truculently abhorrent corpse of; dastardly loneliness.
The most salaciously perverted of lunatics grotesquely failed to taint my conscience
even a diminutive speck; as I eternally supported the cause of immortally fantastic
truth till the very last breath of my impoverished life,
But what was killing me more than asphyxiating death every unleashing instant; was
the barbarously coldblooded parasite of; lethal loneliness.
The most domineeringly chauvinistic egoists pathetically stuttered in trying to make
me a quintessential part of their group; as I sat on the leaf of nature’s pristine
vivaciousness for centuries immemorial,
But what was killing me more than crippling death every unfurling instant; was the
egregiously bloodsucking leech of; satanic loneliness.
The most tawdrily titillating of vixens devastatingly staggered in trying to invidiously
infiltrate my virginity; as I dedicated even the most fugacious moment of my destitute
life; to the service of philanthropically resplendent mankind,
But what was killing me more than traumatic death every instant; was the lecherously
venomous thorn of; simpering loneliness.
The most ominously macabre traitors endlessly lost in insidiously trying to purchase
the unfathomably puristic sanctity of my soul; as I timelessly galloped in through the
lanes of unconquerably brilliant righteousness,
But what was killing me more than irascible death every unraveling instant; was the
sadistically truculent fog of; vindictive loneliness.
The most morbidly disparaging tricksters preposterously fumbled in fooling my
innovatively discerning senses; as I victoriously clambered to the pinnacle of
benevolently enlightening success; all throughout the chapters of my vibrantly eclectic
life,
But what was killing me more than decrepit death every advancing instant; was the
mordantly discordant voice of; bellicose loneliness.
2. The most hedonistically sultry betrayal disappeared into wisps of decaying oblivion;
as it tried to sleazily perpetuate into my ecstatically spell binding aura of
compassionate vividness,
But what was killing me more than pernicious death; was the pruriently prattling
scarecrow of; deteriorating loneliness.
And the most ignominiously diabolical extinction inconsolably wailed; as it
gruesomely decimated in front of my spirit of insatiably untamed and sensuously
exhilarating adventure,
But what was killing me more than savage death; was the acrimoniously incarcerating
prison of; delinquent loneliness.
