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| There is a siren in the dense fog She gathers the world in just one breath I hear Jezebels soft skin screaming And lonely majesty in the night Like spoiled flesh on the breath of a God You are the cancer on my breath These black lungs are for you now There are rings of smoke to ease the pain I felt the soft underbelly of her thoughts It is beautiful and terrifying Dancing red shadow thrown across my face I see it in a liquid dream Blurred and in technicolor My body burns as I slip in and out of consciousness I surface only to take another breath Of this beautiful virus I think eternity is blue |