Riptides Asunder

Is it nobler in the mind to allow myself to feel this sensation, do I hastily torment my senses for the sake of the touch?
 Let the riptides take me asunder or breach the twilight as an intermittent mist crashing upon the shores of torment inside my own demented serenity…
 The truth glistens in spite of the limelight to holdfast and hold tight to the dying of the bright, 
the deep dark encompassing the shimmer of my sliver of simplicity, my form bent in ruthless gaze at the storm sent to sit upon my shine, entombed in my shrine until its blood lets. May the dust settle in the sunset. So let it be…