Knowing noble, the purple people
Glancing growling, cheeks aglow
The beautiful people, and those that want to be, or think that they are
Glowing with youth, the morphic dream, halls of mystery,
Pulsing with fake life, the domains of squalid dreams
Finding a hell of your own to complete the mystery
The people moving the faces, the pictures of age and dream
The dream of hate loving hate,
Love hating love,
But it is another world of witless wire,
A wire writing the witless world,
Finding fate with the friendless friends,
Cutting hair dry, cutting to the bone of a bone-dead rag man
Running ragged, a revolution of rage and friendly putridity
Pleasing the friendly parson, pastor of pleasure
Haunting the fields of friendless fantasy,
The hollow hell of a victimless victory
Finding solutions in the early decades of ecstasy
Grinding the solution of the soul-depth, finding that day of carnal fantasy
A hollow curse of jaded anti-metabolism, shrinking with each passing day
The wonderful little jade pleasure gore, gore gore gore
The pleasure that we are to ourselves
We please and we are pleasing, we walk and we look
We are good at looking, and we look good; we eat, and we know we eat
The days fill with food and looking. And we look.
We look.
Shadow reflection 2