{"id":3643,"date":"2017-04-08T07:58:04","date_gmt":"2017-04-08T07:58:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.averral.com\/blog\/?p=3643"},"modified":"2017-04-08T08:11:05","modified_gmt":"2017-04-08T08:11:05","slug":"descendence-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.averral.com\/blog\/2017\/04\/descendence-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Descendence"},"content":{"rendered":"
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There is an anguish within. A descodance of a sound that is twirling in an echo of a black hole. I had hid the pain beneath a pretense that it is all okay. The reality of which is that the decay is taking place and rotting into a mountainous heap of waste. <\/p>\n

Ever so once in a while I find my creations in a demolition mode. In deconstructing, the pieces are flying out of the window and landing onto the cement floor in broken pieces of glass. <\/p>\n

I had been breaking glasses and cutting my fingers by accident. When blood pools on the surface wound of my skin, I know the decay is no longer metaphysical but it is happening. My internal descondence state had taken over my being and is on a rampage to self destruct. <\/p>\n

In the \u00e9chos I tried to scream his name. But there are no saviours. I am trapped in a tower with spiral stairs that lead to the grey clouds.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

There is an anguish within. A descodance of a sound that is twirling in an echo of a black hole. I had hid the pain beneath a pretense that it is all okay. The reality of which is that the decay is taking place and rotting into a mountainous heap of waste.  Ever so once […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[2],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\t\n