Ink wounds sketched on her wrist
Prophetess unfurled her diamond proboscis
Hungrily ******* the pollen muse from the lyrist flower
She bounces her piety on the edge of her eyelids
Her azoic eyes flashing
Like a chrome apochromatic
Phonetic voice spinning a tune
Stylus fingertips dancing on a spinel canvas
Outlined on her metal stomach
Though eccentric
She is sterilized with intelligence
Tilting diagonally on insanities thin line
She is straitlaced
Self absorbed
Cryogenic
With upside down crosses imprinted on her throat
While her proselytes unthread dreams
From her coliseum heart
Bowing down to the collage God
Sacrificing sacrifices
“Pull more, pull more!”
Proselytes cried
Sunbeams painting their ash faces
As they pulled more dreams
From between the Prophetess lashes
Her hips becoming a petal chakra
Her vertebrae evaporating into bone butterflies
Fragments of every churchy elements
Pinning themselves to her skin
Her leather wings flapping a nursery rhyme
She spins out of control
Her musical clavicles creating a glassy chemical
Which shimmer and shake
Tattooing her pearl bones
Infusing her thoughts
She grafts herself on the minds
Of her Proselytes
They worshipped her life
They worshipped her body
They fed on her lies
Until one day
Error religion snatched her out her skin
Turned her into sacral fiber
Planted her whispers deep in a field of shredded dreams
And stretched her moon soul
Across the sun stained sky
For all to see
Her star spangled faith
Misshapen into unbelief
She had become her own religion
Her own personal god
But without any meaning
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 5:01 AM UTC
Ink wounds sketched on her wrist
Prophetess unfurled her diamond proboscis
Hungrily ******* the pollen muse from the lyrist flower
She bounces her piety on the edge of her eyelids
Her azoic eyes flashing
Like a chrome apochromatic
Phonetic voice spinning a tune
Stylus fingertips dancing on a spinel canvas
Outlined on her metal stomach
Though eccentric
She is sterilized with intelligence
Tilting diagonally on insanities thin line
She is straitlaced
Self absorbed
Cryogenic
With upside down crosses imprinted on her throat
While her proselytes unthread dreams
From her coliseum heart
Bowing down to the collage God
Sacrificing sacrifices
“Pull more, pull more!”
Proselytes cried
Sunbeams painting their ash faces
As they pulled more dreams
From between the Prophetess lashes
Her hips becoming a petal chakra
Her vertebrae evaporating into bone butterflies
Fragments of every churchy elements
Pinning themselves to her skin
Her leather wings flapping a nursery rhyme
She spins out of control
Her musical clavicles creating a glassy chemical
Which shimmer and shake
Tattooing her pearl bones
Infusing her thoughts
She grafts herself on the minds
Of her Proselytes
They worshipped her life
They worshipped her body
They fed on her lies
Until one day
Error religion snatched her out her skin
Turned her into sacral fiber
Planted her whispers deep in a field of shredded dreams
And stretched her moon soul
Across the sun stained sky
For all to see
Her star spangled faith
Misshapen into unbelief
She had become her own religion
Her own personal god
But without any meaning
