Sin City

Sin City

This city,
smells like ketamine,
antiseptics,
bleach and betadine,

a mix of,
addictive,
substances,
injected,
into dysfunct,
fckt up kids,
subjected to,
false idols,
and fake romances,
reluctance is,
no match for,
abusive substances,
when the hope is lost,
and the rope is taught,
and we've given all there's left to give,

our imperial majesty,
is such a venereal tragedy,
our armed teeth,
have carnivorous cavities,
this is my,
Bohemian Rhapsody,
this Chameleon Comedian,
would call it all a comedy,
if it wasn't such a terrible tragedy,
rapidly,
headed in an unknown direction,
armed with only unclear intentions,
what the fck is perfection,
if it's deluded by deceptions,

we all need an intervention,
well then,
so if so,
can I at least get an honorable mention,
for mentioning our need for an intervention,
even if that need is diluted by my addictions,

I crave that easy ascension,
that's found with the needle's indention,
even when,
that ascension,
is just a cheap imitation,
of the genuine ascension,
that's only found with confession,
that leads to redemption,
through our sins transcension,
at least that's my perception,
so I progress onto regression,

this all causes too much tension,
oh well then,
Hell held him,
in illegal possession,
of contrabanded contraceptions,
with out bail,
Hell holds him,
while the infections infect him,
through intraveneous inceptions,
as the ketamine affects him,
drugs in his rectum,
he finds it better than,
the thought of God's rejection,

he let's his broken dream's reflection,
reflect when,
in introspection,
leads to the possibility of resurrection,
but he can't escape his obsessions,
when what's in his possession,
keeps on possessing him,
so he just let's what's infecting him keep on infecting him,
as he let's his addictions,
keep on directing him,

he is a Saint in a City of Sin,
but what good is a Saint,
when that Saint,
does nothing but sin…

∆aron L∆ Lux

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