Past, Present, Future

Rusty chainlink thoughts pass slowly through my mind
Bending time back and forth
Pendulim files endless and intricate
Articulate with unknown outcomes as always
Turbulant black and white jetstreams
A sandbox future, an empty daydream
Nostalgia taps me on the shoulder
I only pretend not to respond
How can you feel nastalgia if you've never had a home?
My hollow voice cannot define my actions which have left so many incisions
I am forced through a thick red mist of shrapnel myself everytime
Nobody notices
But I really don't exect that
My nicotine thoughts are scarcely velvet
It's hard to believe my future was once celebrated
Somewhere before these crosshatched events
Dressed in charcoal magic marker streaks
A lust beyond consciousness exists somewhere inside I need to find it before it's too late
A window is still present in this calcium-composite glass eyed picture frame
blankets of purple amnesia taunt me through life
I am left in a state of semi conciousness
An autopilot awareness behind seemingly unbreakable glass
Shadow of a past present and future surround me pitchfork and tourched
Silver Paralysis overcomes my spoken word teardrop imagery
Fashion gases over the fog of an orange panoramic initiative
Isolated conclusions buried forever in the narrow corridors of time.