Fortress thoughts

Face to face with mine own insufficiency I grasp with mine own impossibility. To ever know an unburdened core Yet for freedom it would be a spore. I am not strong enough to overpower myself. The clenching throb of spinal lacing Unpredictable body aching I simply ask for a respite, for a ban. Embracing, Facing these spots- I am a Man.

Slumber soft eyes, still a sober-second. Behold, bereft burdens; Believed, but not beckoned. Deal directly, doles of detested doubt, Over my omnipresent, omnipotent ogres- of Substantive bolts. Born by deed to the objectification of Such Corporeality. Slumber soft eyes, still a sober-second.  

I am a tree that gives glee. Always to agree. Ever to be. To have and mold the carpenter's fee, ever so bold. Is not this more? My great core. This grand lore no longer a bore. To rest it's shade and make a grand floor, ever so laid.

and breathe, breathe again don't quit me nor disdain take away this deep pain let life, sweep your corpse and blood flood your cores and breathe, breathe again how dare you abandon leave you, carrion to breathe and sing song you breathe- my wish, belong and breathe, breathe again