grave matter girl-friends,
gut twisting houses,
premature guitar smashing,
magnetic traffic,
screaming screaming screaming,
back tensing cameras,
miraged judgments,
elusive, true judgments
sick projections of my insides on the outside world
stuck in the back of my eye.

all monsters bubbling in and out of my only body
strange things my mind becomes
before it finally evaporates

things that beg to be slain.
ventured upon, they fold under my fatal grandeur
and become minions of my higher self