I need only to smirk and you’re mine Anytime If it’s god that you want I have dozens in mind Devilishly divine Bending time like a grandeur delusional Spine
In a mad hatter ectoplas-mystical slime A prismatic drug addict’s first nursery rhyme Of accursed hearse verses of graphic design Now to lay to rest intellect spectacles musing Of selves glorified more than those of my choosing To deify Destiny’s Deathly serenity Plentifully sending me vibrant surprises And penning my ending in violent demises Disguises surmised by the climate arises Girl always there riding my similar waves As I try to save face digging mechanized graves
But the cloud tentacles To the depths Drag me down To demented ascension Black holes in the ground Where disciples of light And my huntress in white Vivify me by day Resurrect me at night To instruct and deduct Reasoning in a state Of a being supreme Contemplating its fate