by Xauri'El Zwaan

Created on: February 04, 2009

TOXIN

Another underworld of children dressed like fetish dolls

Another night of dying in the glow and in the call

Of epileptic disco beams and fog machines and ketamines

And everyone is wondering, why do we dream these dead-end dreams?

Then she walks in, like a toxin, like a needle in God's eye

Like a vision of the fission of atomic nuclei

Live a Goddess, like a Succubus, a Babylonian whore

Like a message in a bottle that is dashed upon the shore

Another nowhere day of hunting prey and biting backs

Another day of cocaine, tiny cups of extra black

And magic spells and vampire hell and perverts on the internet

And everyone is wondering why their life isn't over yet

Then she walks in, like a toxin, like a blackboard scraped with nails

An incision, raw and bleeding, and a scar that never heals

Like a virus, like a terrorist, a biogenic war

Like a fallen angel, broken, bleeding, begging God for more

Another cityscape, not tall or great but extra-wide

Another lifetime's worth of locust plagues and living skies

Trapped here in this prism, like a dollhouse wrapped in cellophane

And everyone is wondering, how are we getting out again?

Then she walks in, like a toxin that is poisoning my mind

Like a secret in a locked chest with a key you'll never find

Like a moment of atonement for the torment that's in store

Like a city on the bleeding edge of fragments from the core

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