This world is a witch
Perseus forgot to slay.
I want to be the glitch
in this matrix, I have to say.
If you've got a problem
take it out on the stars.
You can't freeze the pendulum
or move Mars.
Lay your hands on me
and soon you won't have any.
Touch me again
and there won't be another "and then".
Honeycomb and marshmallow sit on my tongue, so sweet.
I have mastered stoicism but only in silent seasons, so meek.
Take me home, back to the sky of black.
I'm tired of cursing this wretched plain.
How much more patience do I have to summon to attack
all my fire, that remains unslain?
You already have my third eye in the depths of your pocket,
my mind cut short like an interrupted play.
So is it too much of me to ask for my diamond rocket
that takes me very far, far, away?
I've been an angel for you, for me,
but now my demon is hungry.
It wants to jump rope with intestines,
to poke eyeballs with toothpicks, broadcast homicide on screens.
But no I'll be a pretty number here, sequins in my oesophagus choking me.
Long ago was when I broke my slumber,
but now I remember that I'll be okay as long as my death looks pretty.