Oblong and Only Time Will Tell

Only Time Will Tell undying passion filled up with remorse fitting end pain and tears of course life begins continues on by some force sit alone in the middle quietly still at rest by my own self parting sill pressing back on the well, thus kill little mind held taut undoubtingly not fair, kept apart knowingly struck down, each strike flowingly blows and battery feels less starts to feel empty, restless quest for life, hopeless Oblong laying oblong across the floor beads of sweat rolling off the tips of matted hair eyes closed consentrating on the swelling in the abdomen an inner force pulling in thinning the entire body hands and arms drawn in holding in all the tension body curled, knees drawn in turned over on a side face meshed against the carpet scents of pugnant aromase fill up the nostrals straining pulses running through each limb burning the insides.