I`m Nero playing the violin
While Rome is burning.
We burn slow but we`re learning.
Incandescent shells;
We leave our private hells
To go where our love is still the most precious thing.
At the foot of Versuvius vomiting
Pompeii is panicking.
Beautiful mindshards shattering.
Is this Terminus?
The bitter End of Us?
Crashed lives never rise whilst helter- skeltering.
The Demon we are constantly summoning
Teaches us suffering
Heart of dark to bury a lover in.
Nothing is painless
But lovers are blameless,
Like the child we hide whose cries we are smothering
Carcass of our past malnourishing.
I`m Babylon flourishing.
In loves ruins we`re wraiths foraging.
Pale things blossom
In our microcosm.
Hallucinate a new world as the old one is vanishing.
A bridge over bitterness weeping.
Dream we are sleeping.
Foetal genes drown breast-feeding.
Ghostwishes we haunt
Waste all that I want,
In our slaughter-house cum castle-keep to count sheep in.
I`m jesus wearing a crown of thorns
Hiding my devil horns,
For shy messiahs in uniforms.
The higher we grow
The darker they glow.
The laughing buddha weeps for those no-one ever mourns.
Both ends burn towards placenta.
I pray at a temple I cannot enter.
Upon the cusp
of disaster
We live a little faster.
Though your fear may be mastered
I know I`m still a bastard.
I never meant to.
She broke when I bent her.
Spawn of a monster - Dad`s a mad inventor:
An "I" in a sighclone;
but no placid centre,
That ties
the bind of cords umbilical.
Love atrophies; we become cynical.
Intercourse clinical.
Everyday we let slip away more o th miracle.
Both ends return to scent her,
Where nothing is as we remember.
I`m Nero playing the violin
Rome is burning...
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