Annihilation...

As life moves around me with faces of poetic expression...
I rest in the silence darkened by endless luv thrown away as if the unwantin of self is no good for I feel I am the irritation...
In my own damnation...
Fightin for life to return to my very own annihilation....
Yet, emotion is the act of exoneration...
Unable to feel the willingness of words lead to believe an others interpretation...
I'm in no need for selfish retardations...
Nor the journey of the hearts exploration...
I've already been redefined as I rest within my own dimensions...
Cut loose from syllables that collect words into actin out meaningless misdirections...
Findin luv to be like clock work always thinkin of someone else more than self as it's self bein selfish for the way they make self feel at the end of every truthful reconciliation...
It's friendships takin on the rolls of imitations...
As passion unwinds to realize the effect of intimidations...
Forcin the facts of unity attackin individualities communication...
As the fallin away is a must with the clarity of impersonations...
Life walks with no one who can not feel emotions deliberation...
Feelin the lettin go occur in between thoughts pausin for the redirection...
Findin faces on the backside of eyelids that escape the minds constant inspections...
Lookin inward for the leftovers one tends to release the drift of unwanted emotions...
No longer in the mood for the demise of lonely demonstrations...
Patterns walk with sights loosenin the feel of frustrations... 
Ways of life change n find the inevitable reconstruction...
Crucnhin memories into wads of paper holdin use n thrown into the waste of rehabilitation...
Knowin what's been is no fuckin exaggeration...