𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑥𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑚,
𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑘 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑠.
𝐼 𝑠𝑤𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑢𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠,
𝐵𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑤?
𝐷𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑘 𝑖𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼’𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒.
𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝐼’𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑥𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒.
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔.
𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙, 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔.
𝑌𝑎 𝑅𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑢𝑙𝑎ℎ صلى الله عليه وسلم
𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑦!
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑.
𝑀𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑔𝑜𝑠.
𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒.
𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑜 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑦.

Demons build their nest in your throat

Strangulating

Led by a black eyed goat

Baphomet

You sin then renounce your sins

Hypocrisy

And lay down your arms to the battle within

Damnation

Temptation unravels like a flower abdicating her bulb
For to fair maidens, my life I’ve sold
Hold me and dawn your lips upon mine
And let you and me sail through Paris, down the river of her Seine

Warmth I know not, yet nathless I seek Apollo’s chariot mare
And to hunt ‘til dusk at us she stares
Lay here under the veil of twilight
Under the twilight, ‘til the sun lays forth her light, nay any brightness

Follow me down the Rhine, right, follow not to the river of Styx
Rise with me amongst Alps, like Frederick
When I call, will you find us a niche?
Or tell me Atlas has fell, and your thoughts have shattered to pieces?

Endeavor to find my ailing pen and fly to me on winged shoes
I juggle your court, the fastest fool
Woman, I thought you my medicine
But the turmoil you pave, leaves me a reluctant libertine

Here am I, waging a war wherein I will dutifully fail
But for thee, Cupid’s arrow I’d impale
Then in my failure I find discord
Oh how my war ails her, bind me in brass under the lunar cold

How could you forgive me? Wearied, hands I forged flames and scarred your heart
And left you hideously distraught
Should you, I’d build you a throne d’or
And father for us four children, each as innocent as a fleur

Cast me out like the dawn, for in my heart, the wind blows full of sand
Deep in there, your Trojan horse still stands
Down in the earth you will find my soul
You brought your wars-men to lay waste what could have been wonderful

Proud, are you?, for waving the air under my wings upon which I
Climbed to the Sun, in euphoric high
Now to the maze where I still devise
To face your wrath and wrestle your beasts to ensure our love survives

Tis a hopeless cause, I walk like the air on a stale summer day
And I’m dreaming of your sharp green eyes
And I remember your skin like silk
Woven by the Fates; “us,” I thought we were to be bred of the same ilk

Resign to Versailles and sit beneath the Sun King, his brightly “or”
Run to the valley, you did before
And in there find your poisoned lily
Your fallen stars unveil your sympathies; marked by your fleur-de-lis

Stand like a pillar of salt, lick your wounds, and try to quench your thirst
You were born with two snakes in your fists
And you fend off all men; lonesome blues
You deny yourself passion and love, but dress as if he seeks you

I drowned myself beneath a circle of stars, searching for answers
And came upon a ballet dancer
I asked her, “don’t dance in paraphrase”
“Let me see you at réveille, and peer on your inward gaze.”

Show yourself to me, self proclaimed Queen of many-a-mans envy
Your masquerade ***** hide your beauty
You speak endless lies, but show not a man
When you stay behind your dramatic masks, you’ll never know friends again

Throw out your doctrines that bind your immeasurable concerns
Turn off the things you think you have learned
And decide with your mind and your heart
Seek Saturn to announce your mysteries, now then, think like Descartes