Nothing Extreme

In the blind dimmension
I'm devoting inconsistency
Intern palpitation
Of groundless habits
The poacher of my sights
Thurst unusually crass methods
Partly lost passion
Throughly hidden sentiments

I purvey
Your senses collapse endlessly

I bond
I purse
I pander

There's nothing extreme in this

Only fools can't see
Beauty
In the shadows of
Atrocity