Not ideal when love is ignored 
   painful in its nature 
       inconsequential 
   lack of comprehension 
 emits ignorance and extreme 
    inflexibility to openness 

   Adoration exists
     it must in order to move forward 
 the schism that rises between 
    a soul between fused and defused 
hooked to the point of pierced flesh 
  and unhooked with a bandage 

   Those who do not understand 
who allow and benefit from greed
  within their soul, Little Red Riding Hood’s 
    wolf in disguise of a sweet grandmother 
annihilated with an axe to the chest 
    in the weakest moments 
  of life a journey is revealed 
    what judgements occur 
       how to energise 
    the inner battlecry 
        to relinquish 
    the poured bitterness 
from wasted wreck of humans 
    who want nothing 
        only to decimate the soul 
  where there was once respect 
      now a pile of numb flesh 
  where numerous arrows 
 try to pierce absent tactile textures 
   
   Tragedy is not the moments 
 that are lost, it is atrophied adoration 
    shed the cracks of the first layer 
 below, healed veins with gold pathways 

  Ample vibrant bond 
    holds puzzle pieces in place 
 missing portions of bile escaped 
    and replaced with mirth