Sat upon throne, my naked body
racked of bone
Tin foil crown
kept within forested womb
dressed with silver chill
as you danced and dangled
ministry, my salvation
my doom

False light, flash
I throw down
you take my form
you take my form
you take my form
YOU TAKE MY FORM
I touch that part
I foam
You strike
AXE, ARROW, SPEAR!

Reborn
You grab again
I give you my youth
You just take
smile as you smoke
blackened you smile
the heckle of that look
reminisce at destruction!

Sit amongst papers
no mind for matters
recalling that glorious crown
hold what little
of that time I can
submerged
a tin foil womb
baking that ******* within
I TAKE YOUR FORM
and dance and dangle your salvation
we dance to destruction

We strike the core
I dance like a drunkard
mocking
MOCKING
mocking
I touch that part
mocking
You see that ***?
You strike, I strike
You shoot, I shoot
we know the plot.


Our form, assumed
The dance of being alone
in that form
Only we know the tune
allowed for the beauty
of reality so dark
now a vacuum
the soot travels
whirls within tinged light
history's ghostly whim
******
I sit back down
I touch that spot
MOCKING
MOCKING
I breath, you breath
WE STRIKE

That feeling never far apart.