Dear, it is time to enhance all our senses
And get deeper down the arachnid's dense mesh
Don't be afraid, it's a common procedure
Don't miss a move, or the spurs will eat your flesh
Dear, it is time, let us slice our wings now,
Rub epidermis in sweet ethylene
Where arthropods are baptized to die like the holy
There they reside, thoughts that should not have been
Four walls, an abyss, an abyss
The vigorous puberty of purity's hiss
Exposing my neck to the sulfur's ill kiss
What could have made me more, better than this?
It's the new me, the enhanced me, the one who will err and do wrong just for wrongfulness' sake
The one who survived the storm of Synesthesia's lies and have sacrificed sights to the lake
Here at the altar, we're doomed to burn brighter and live just like martyrs on halters' dead ends
Down on your knees, bow your head down to please and then kiss the greased feet of your god or your trend
Where cannons roar and muses scream
And sticky Nots are bleeding dreams
Where all beholders have lost sight
To blind arsenic's appetite
Let us touch, love, let us pray
Share our glands and then our lay
Consuming virtues, neurons grind
The sickness of untethered minds...
Where silence is decaf, just like our pain
Nuclear waste takes me again and again
Just as the white noise turns into white smears
Teach me some more of the anatomy of tears.
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