Behold the vast, deep-blue sky
breaking waves above us,
We are the sirens that loom beneath;
We are the beautiful,
The doomed,
The wretched.
Society, society! You have done this to yourself,
Giving us the hair of angels to crown the minds of cannibals,
Giving us lips so cherry-ripe to enclose our serpent tongues.
Society, society! I point my pruned fingers to you,
It wasn’t enough to sell you our souls?
Mother nature, your children are crying!
Mother nature, our limbs are falling into games of tic-tac-toe!
Mother nature, the salt in your seas is from the copper of our blood!
We’ve buried our souls beneath the soils of our failures,
tainted bodies attempting to eat from our hearts,
begging for rain,
Could we ever truly be clean again?
As we spew our siren songs into one another’s Van Gogh-ian ears,
nothing could save our souls of fire and brimstone"
We are beneath the dandelions,
beneath the annelids,
beneath the decaying bones
of the better before us.
Society, society! I point my finger to each one of you,
The purest of wretched framed in the most fragmented of holies,
We are watching
as each of our minds is eaten alive by moonlight,
As we run, chasing each shooting star until we drop.
We are watching
as our broken bodies
burn from the Mephistopheles we carry in our chests.
I have shaken hands with the analog clocks of our future,
And they were trembling.