Cassandra-prophecy

I will be emptied once and for all when the armored-grown Loneliness crusts in my heart and surrounds me like a snag! I will have to believe with myself again every day that they love me and can appreciate me! I have to be killer-honest even in first-to-last encounters, flirting in the superstitious stars of sparkling pairs of eyes to believe - I really am!
 
Persistent and tenacious stubbornness glows like an eternal flame in me; my beating heart is a shadow of yellow cheese-moons! My body has not yet been dedicated to the romances of naked passions by the Universe! Yet the predictable uncertainty of Being binds me more and more so that I can question even after my mutual trust! "The outside world can only see the unsteady, unsteady, swaying man, even shaky!"
 
They also need a covered dress for prodigal nudity, as I can’t expose myself! Many times I can’t reach anyone with self-reliance; my rib cages need to be caressed by swan hands in love if I want to be able to faithfully confess myself to my scapegoat! "It would be good if someone jumping over the trenches of my middle age, someone could find the entrenched skeptic in my sullen childish self and fill me with the peace of Harmony!"
 
It would be good as long as Judas and chirping, nail-bitten kittens teased out there dictate a brainwashed era of mass idiocy - the poetics of the poetry’s face could not disappear without a trace but as a kind attention the power of complimenting could remain!