‘TOXIC’

[I’m an ancient demon]

A fairly recent outcast of the idle beacon

Born of steaming semen on ovaries splurged 

[I’m inhuman], a half-hearted lunatic after her heart. 

And I see her, 

Dreading down a fiery path in silk and a smile.

‘She doesn’t enjoy the fire but She loves the diesel.’

It sits in a plain outfit with black descriptions and rules which also read - “Toxic”

My kind, [the very character that explains my being.]

See,

I’m the kinda high only a deep soul could get stoned to,

The creepy dirge you hear at your granny’s funeral too,

[Yet I’m fluent in silence]

I could be more and the ghostly touch you feel at night 

The tensioned muscles between your late orgasms…

Yet I’m not yours to save. 

And that’s why my reflection is unfamiliar 

My true religion is reaching skylines on white lines,

And sometimes when I’m most high I believe in my [punchlines]

Leaving marks on your face when you missed the most signs

But more obviously - frankly, I’m barely human

Clearly - a neo-soul deity in a faded Cuban

Lately, the islands in my neck have been an illusion…

I’m rarely - an old brass chain and now she wanna get a new one

I’m an ancient demon

A fairly recent outcast of the idle beacon

I’m toxic, I’m [GEMINI.]