"When it's all the same you can ask for it by name" - Marilyn Manson
One eye between two others, Cyclops measurement, artistic boundaries pounding
Through me like a poisoned drumbeat, toxic lakes of simmering doppelgangers,
Clones of what we once categorised as "original" and
Stoned to death.
I burn like a witch, stupid bitch, bound in her own delusions of what fantasy is and what it is
To kill yourself in every meaning, flay the shell of nightmares from your twisted spine and let you
Spiral into heaven's inferno, drifting feathers, numbness, give me hell's metal fist into my
Walk through these pathways, like slit veins on earthen wrists, I lost you in the dark,
Clipped wings and bottles of pills, they told us not to eat what the strangers gave us.
Strangers tossed the stones across a lake of blood,
They gathered the wood and
Lit the pyre, tore the darkness; muzzle flashes, gouge the eye that
Sees through your lies and
Shatters your mask of webs and darkest hours.