Nothing Extreme
In the blind dimmension
I'm devoting inconsistency
Intern palpitation
Of groundless habits
The poacher of my sights
Thurst unusually crass methods
Partly lost passion
Throughly hidden sentiments
I purvey
Your senses collapse endlessly
I bond
I purse
I pander
There's nothing extreme in this
Only fools can't see
Beauty
In the shadows of
Atrocity
