Dissonance desperation
In between places lives traces of deadly embraces that suffocate in paces.
Malevolence scars the lies spread across the ties of desperation married to exhilaration in the fires of an unending story that can’t be heard.
The deafness reverberates in platitudes; it desecrates the sacred and vile alike in a twisted agony, jolly in its ride up the pike.
The ringer rings to its likeness brings a call to the shots hostage to a desperation out of the locks to unravel and unwind the latest plots.
Thus, the energy displace its mastery in place to continue the race with no one to face.
The dissonance desperation reigns, calling for its gains and leaving all to its pains.
Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~




“exhilaration in the fires of an unending story that can’t be heard”…ain’t it the truth! 🙏