Embedded Cemetery Tombstone Variations

                                      Time beings have cursed me infinitely beyond death's grim formalities, Torturous and hungrily deceitful, ashes permeate hearths of famished fires below atoned residential mantelpieces. Adorned in outdoor Summer patio Sundays, lacquered in prior dying Autumns. We watched heartlessly, our tiresome family slip away into maladjusted seasons. A recommended thought to the young resourceful peasant who roams these abandoned deserted hillsides: Heed warning to forbidden worlds, grown slippery by delicate heaving sensibilities.
                                      Night cursed me frequently, with facetious pastimes, for what is a lie to a liar?, aside from pretentious truths. Her nocturnal black eyeliner presumes vulnerable hawk-like tendencies, where under her firm velour brassiere resides frail beating sinews. Love speaks through illustrious undertones unfathomable to human interpretation. Caligula, prince of majestic erotic livelihoods, paid dearly his promiscuous endeavors, to severe narcissistic entitlements. One shall fear presumptuous tidings of passion's unstable foundation. Consequence breathes evening gusts through midnight mirages and crimson windowed curtains in well furnished parlor vestibules. Antique diamond chandeliers sway to slight reverberations from remote foyers.
                                     Chambermaids wrapped in cotton-brown shawled garments among depraved diseased uncoiled Winters.  Unforgiving January in all it's broad premonitions and misgivings. Love is meant to be lost, placed parallel to embedded cemetery tombstone variations. True, love from a woman may be the greatest glory of all, (but only to cowardly peasant convalescent pedestrians). A trophy portrait frame subsided on pillared wall ceiling standards amid suburban household establishments. A young juvenile primitive feline females senior year photograph in wooden trimmings. She dabbled with some sports growing up in naive adolescent forums. Indulged in amateur theatre arenas and tell-tale cinema corridors. She told me she would love me forever, she lied to a liar. To this circumstantial reverence, I exercise the fifth amendment. She believed what she told me while she was saying it.
                                   It is jaw-dropping what we did to each other along life's timeline and it's inquisitive intervals. How we treated each other should of been a crime. People sure are Fucked up in the head. True, we are naturally selfish creatures, but come on grow up a little bit and sacrifice some kindness for the good of others, and mainly for yourself,