On the brink of mirth, lip split vertical,

 bleeding surgical mask

Tapping Nelson's cask,

 sipping static ash

Electronic clash, striking through,

 silence moves around you like

  clouds

Life sprints away in leaps and bounds,

 bound to end up somewhere,

  bound to fate

Juniper seperates me from rocky track,

 don't wan't to go back,

  sick of drymouth walking

A boat headed south,

 all the teeth knocked out your mouth,

  doubt becomes despair

We pretend that we care,

 but our actions bare

  different conclusions

A fusion of different contusions,

 condition: Human,

       most likely

  dooming: Oursleves