My inhibitions are rising. Fall and climb they go; Rapid and rancid as they go. Now my charity is depleted and most companions deleted. I will now start to bleed. Desperation. Desertion. Almost lost my inertia. I am inherently strong. I have no inference at all. As I stand on my feet the inflammation is deep- I know you want me to bleed. So now I will bleed my atonement is long. Progressive and bold my heart in my hands I will hold and for you I will bleed. Progressive progress prohibits projections. Fabulous fantasies famishes fascination. Jovial Judases judge jealous jesters. All of these opportunities embellish infection. You want me to bleed so that you can map out my direction. Inferiority infests infantile individuals. Morality moves more monumentally if momentarily. This makes me bleed. I bleed for you now. No questions no whys, no worries and no wows- stand back let me bleed. This will transfuse my soul as your courage grows cold. You take the easy way out and gave me insulation and doubt. Look into my eyes why I bleed. So now I will bleed my atonement is long. Progressive and bold my heart in my hands I will hold and for you I will bleed. When it is all said and done I will have mastered my emotion. I will proceed as a prodigy to produce and not use. There is no abuse, I am loose and I wait for your command for me to bleed. See it pool on the floor radiating with goodness galore. When I look into the world’s eyes I see the violence and then I bleed.