Testo Discordance Axis

Decapitated body of information reassembled wrong into a smile.

I always took a prescribed carcinogen and watched my aura fall to grey.

Delusional liaisons for spring loaded images stalking words.

Dry lunged tranquility.
Cancer clustered, going nowhere fast.

Unfree mentality.

Through the turnstyles am I suspect?

Life tuned to a timetable, scourge rhythm accelerated.

Discordance axis spinning like a roulette wheel.

I'm a split personality torn in between a flat calm null.

Awestruck and spellbound, I can only watch.