Your solar smile
Digitized
Like binary numbers
Repeating themselves
Three times over
Three times over
Over the dark kings thorn crown
Saliva, scent and ***.

Check mate over this black and white floor
Measure me with a scale
Flashing in and out, inducted seizure
Barring symbols in their Halloween masks
It won’t end until the fat lady sings
Cheese and crackers as they enjoy
Fizzy and scarlet tinted drinks served in wine glasses.

Wan and red and then to black
You want to savor it with rhythm like the good old times
As our forefathers rejuvenate
With the spell they’ve casted, hidden under the script
Spooky as mythos of vampires and zombies
And otherworldly quintessential organisms
We’ve become remote controlled machines
With nothing but silicon and rubber as our skin
Blind in one eye, but not to be afflicted
Fatally wounded but not really dead.