The rot burns From a place of love. Neon flames adorned from above. Regal my many forms. Trickster goddess- yeah it's my turn! Trick here trick there lighting the wick ablaze, be amazed, as I daze, and go home in a place far ways away from this space. Space?! Without a trace? With some dude named Ace? Ohhhh yeah, that's the face! Turn, twist, burn, burn! BURRNNN!! Yahhhhhh! Silent breeze, speaks to me and I seeeeee- A woman I was always meant to beeeeee- But.... That's not me. She is a mirage. A fox with 9 tails. A girl who knows who is who and what is what. She loves funk, and music, and healing with a smile that burns.... Wait a second..... That's a fucking mirror! Bah- hah! Hah! Hahhhhhh!! So a trick here. A trick there. Staring at the mirror. Where I see a neon flare. Laughing at myself. With a devlish glare. What a joke. I should smoke. The whole damn worrrrrrld. But now I see. The difference between you and me. A thin pane. A reflection. Of exactly who I be. Thank you, for loving me. Even if all I have. Is this reflective shard of glass. Thank you. For holding me. ---
