Recycle..

...As I walk the moist surface, a tear sprinkles into quick-sand,
for my climate has no shelter, toward insignificant as above Land,
Surely courage was not Heroic, to outline Colon's as Bold & Brown,
in which emotions stirred vomit, with Leverage barely Holding down,
Society defaced me with graffiti masks, to inhale blatant Oxygen,
while my hands tied for belief, as if Religion based Clocks Within,
Up's and Down's were my Amusement Park, to tune a spark & Escalates,
for the earthquakes were not shaken, just my voice as it deteriorates,
Now swamped to pre-occupied thoughts, surfacing eyes of an alligator,
yet I was the lowest form of residue, to Silhouette filth's denominator,
Each relationship I've entered, searched endless tunnels to nowhere,
viewing life as a paraphrase, with indifferent Rays that seem Glare,
Such a flower awaiting to bloom, that buffers stems along the Root,
confiscates velocity beneath the air, as life cliche's my Parachute,
So consecutive were my days past, to ridicule what was near Current,
for the world had betrayal, as ALL against me to my radical Detergent,
Intervention was me, as if thoughts parallel parked into hallucination,
toward the watery pieces that broken up, puzzled around decapitation,
I was, a cup completely filled, yet felt empty as the liquid escaped,
for being watched as undefined, perplexed hidden individuality Taped,
No happiness has comparison, if a smile defers to an Opposed Grin,
whereas insanity is my Parentheses, as the walls slowly (Closed-In),
Whoa! minimize my credibility, for injury did not ensure me its GEICO,
so behold pity is an used condom, that portrays an inevitable Recycle...