my becomming

confused as to the true becomming that follows the numbing, constant bumming as my minds a running. tunneling away the things that may stray away the day i say this is hte way. Stains in the brain that remains unstained to the eyes of the beholder of the judgement of old, baffled by the strifes and trials i told, but to be so bold, to be so bold as i am told i must break and make a destructive wake. bleak as it may seem i'll i'll still be deamed the guy that ties and binds to minds of stranger times. freakish thoughts that run through my head like a tourniquet hooked in the main vein of a tumor brain. stench so foul u'll beat ur brow at the sour smell as ur eyes swell. develish delights r out of sight with raging might to magnify the plight. u all think u know but just wait and see the changing me as i barrel through with fleeting speed. This is the time that i will break, i'll snap in fractals of many peices and compress to be a evolved me, got to love things times of confusion, where morals  leave with no persation, i'd tell u more but my fingertips are sore and i'm about to floor forever more, these thoguhts will intrude much like swine flu til the cells can take no more and sends signals to rearange a cure.