Resonance of review, the rank scalpels under muddied blood  
Mottled cusps, light grungy- finding & winding its flaunt of the grim
effect of letting its presence  flood the room
Ichor blaze'  synchronous blots dotting and chocking of Gods cuts
found by the wounded exculpated guts whom accept the flails bruised
  by emotion waiting for the list to be finalized
Then the eyes given girth yes the next touch gums at your blendered
fingers... swaths, nerve endings, impudence kin defending
You end the day in futility harrowing shrieks
bold whistle of cheeks of devils and banshees can't flout
You have envisioned truth you are a living burnout