Prologue:
You enclose the unwitting with
Poison in your eyes
And cancer on your tongue
You’re every death-wishes fantasy
You’re what every virus wants to grow up and be

Rising action:
Your body in a blaring room
Pulling notes
From your seductive grimoire
You’re a black hole of focus
Spinning in
A dress made of flowing tar

You’re a volatile serpent
Swallowing midnight
You’re a frenzy of flesh
Leaving a trail of dead without the mess
You’re a spreading wound
Filled with wanton self destruction
You’re chemical ingestion
With a guaranteed overdose

Your body in a funeral boat
Destined to
Corrupting prescriptions
And you’ve developed a taste for
Leather bound
Books in aging Swiss bank accounts


Your arms stretch out like spilled ink
Your legs are talons of intention
Burning like a witch
And fucking for fame
A New York Times best seller
An executioner without shame

And oh god once you’ve reached your peak
You’ll scream “this is the underdeveloped truth
I’m feeding my ecstasy”
You’ll tear through order
“The shattered sky belongs to me!”



Conclusion:
And when the only thing pure to you is the dust of dead angels
Your realize it’s too late to create a new plot
Like a Hollywood star set in stone
Like a husk of lust that watched the sun rot
Every body you tore and stole now laughing in your wake
Every body that was yours now watching you tremble and quake
Philosophers false prophecies stain you like brothers and sisters
Lost in the annals like misquoted history
Your post climax will be a flavorless denouement
And the last thing you’ll see is the first thing you met
As soil falls on your fate from the hand of a familiar marionette