Analysis of A Death More Incarcerating
It seemed nothing odd to me; if the walls of my stomach didn't crave for a single morsel of succulently bountiful food; even for an infinite indefatigably painstaking of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if the whites and blacks of my eye didn't crave for a single globule of compassionately celestial moisture; even for an infinite limitlessly acerbic of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if my intricate veins didn't crave for a single pinch of poignantly crimson blood; even for an infinite boundlessly treacherous of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if the periphery of my lips didn't crave for a single innuendo of blissful smile; even for an infinite unsurpassably satanic of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if the hollows of my ears didn't crave for a single trace of euphoric sound; even for an infinite uncouthly divesting of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if the periphery of my bones didn't crave for a single horizon of strength; even for an infinite salaciously lambasting of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if the trajectory of my cheeks didn't crave for a single triumphant blush; even for an infinite ominously debilitating of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if the soles of my feet didn't crave for a single cushion of ebullient grass; even for an infinite indiscriminately crippling of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if the curvatures of my untamed nails didn't crave for a single uninhibitedly ardent itch; even for an infinite hedonistically massacring of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if the passageways of my throat didn't crave for a single ounce of water; even for an infinite tyrannically devastating of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if my armpits didn't crave for a single trickle of enchantingly golden sweat; even for an infinite unstoppably penalizing of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if my eyelashes didn't crave for a single feather of fantastically unbridled sensuousness; even for an infinite unceasingly slandering of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if my tongue didn't crave for a single jet of tantalizingly emphatic saliva; even for an infinite brutally asphyxiating of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if my majestic manhood didn't crave for a single draught of spell binding fertility; even for an infinite parasitically obsolete of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if my strangulated nostrils didn't crave for a single breath of unlimitedly mesmerizing freshness; even for an infinite diabolically slaining of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if the jagged outlines of my teeth didn't crave for a single wholeheartedly reinvigorating bite; even for an infinite disparagingly oblivious of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if the apertures of my hindside didn't crave
for a single symbiotically ameliorating expurgation; even for an infinite traumatically castigated of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if my heart didn't crave for a single beat of unassailably fructifying love; even for an infinite tawdrily truculent of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if my conscience didn't crave for a single horizon of everlastingly blessed righteousness; even for an infinite violently unsparing of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if my soul didn't crave for a single beam of optimistically enlightened peace; even for an infinite dolorously pulverizing of my lifetimes,
But if the fathomless realms of my brain didn't crave for immortally bestowing poetry even for an infinitesimal single second; I perished to an end more ghastly than the most forlornly flagrant of hell; a death which was more sadistically incarcerating; than an infinite of an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.
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Metre | 111011110111101011010101110011011100110111 111011110101111101101011010000101010111001010111 111011111100110110101110010110111001100111 111011110010011110110100010110110111001010111 11101111010111101101011010110111001010111 111011110010011110110100101110111001010111 111011110010011110110100101101110010000100111 111011110111110110101010101101110001000100111 1110111101111110110101101101110011000111 11101111011111011010111010111001100111 11101111111011010101110110111001100111 1110111111010110101010100010110111001100111 1110111111101101011100001001010111001000100111 111011111010110110101111001001011100110111 111011111110101101011110010101110011111 1110111101111110110101000010011011100010000100111 1110111101111101 101011110111001100111 111011111110110101111110111001100111 11101111110101101001011110010111001000010111 1110111111101101011010000101101110011111 110111111011101010010110010010101101111101011101101111101001110011100111101 |
Characters | 3,827 |
Words | 636 |
Sentences | 1 |
Stanzas | 21 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
Lines Amount | 22 |
Letters per line (avg) | 141 |
Words per line (avg) | 29 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 148 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 30 |
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