non-sense #1

The fire inside me is sure as hot as the tongues of flame in hell itself. Insecurity has found its new breeding ground. Ennui is nowhere to be found; a thousand of Mazda3s drifting inside my brain. Betrayal is the ally and rejection is the crime. The sweet aroma of coffee wafts inside the sepulchral veil, unaware of its bitterness. The brain and heart in a muddy and brutal catfight: the heart lost in cerebral tissues, trapped between the two hemispheres. It continually pulsates, about to self-destruct. The moon sniggered whle the night clouds covered her: as it goes on, with the confused pen as the referee. Pessimism hovers succinctly over the purple sky.