Impulses: subconscience
 

Your internal whispers, locked within the core of your system, decide whether I'm a permanent fixture, or a drifter.


If you listen, you can hear that the echoes never get to your heart. Lost in the pulse of your wrist. Then missing. What kind of impulse is this? A sick tradition, without melodious rhythm? Or all of your own volition does your verbal position afflict felonious assault on my deepest parts? Disregard my erroneous vision, but in times of friction, you tend to dig past my crimson, until our coalition is out of commission, just a twisted eternal condition with a recycled victim. But your no victor if your victim becomes vicious, until your malice isn't quite a malicious.

the first two lines were ok.

you then rhymed -tion sounds a lot and the content became a bit chattering.

Cool content, not as impressive in terms of word usage. Agree with Eng here, the -ition ending is a rather easy/lazy route to take and took away from the piece as a whole.

@dull boy to thread

I’ve read a few of this guy’s recent posts. Definitely in the same vein as what I write. I dig it. I know the -tion rhymes are a popular faux pas for some, but it’s not a distraction here, for me.

What inspired this @Etherwave?