The vile of acid touches his tongue,
It is bitter, burning and horribly wrong.
Lost or found, anything goes.
His slipping mind and this aching crime.
Everything ruptures corrupted by life,
even white in the black shallow mime.
Stupid, dumb-fuck. Why can't he talk?
The shadows dance on the dark,
alluring and cunning giving a spark.
Observe the scorching rays of light!
Neon and blinking on this gruesome night.
The spinning, spiralling world, and this opening void,
Every thing confusing this young, troubled boy.
Look at him! Look at him dance,
to the tune of an aphonic trance.
Blurred reflections on condensed mirrors,
terrible headaches, and vicious tempers,
Everything shifting on such hazy conditions but,
Will he dance and regret again?
This grotesque and stupid addictions.