eyes
crazed...
In a neon-soaked world of wires and circuits,
Where shadows dance and danger lurks...
Welcome to the neon dystopia,
Where the streets pulse with a blinding light...
Two voices clash in my mind
One pure and true, one less kind...
Steel
scalpel...
Lead me with your cliche's,
And let a whisper skim your lips...
Stone, shadowy edges...
We gather stones never knowing what they'll mean...
The banshee's wail, the siren's song,
Two creatures of the otherworld, so strong...
The wizard stood at the edge of the gate,
A portal to a realm of chaos and hate...
behind a smiling
Entrepreneur lay in wait...
District-Less
Governor Gerry...