Prohibition


I woke, the furnace burning me to death
my lacy skin a sculpture made of ice
that melted from the dragon s fiery breath
as if enchanted by drunk Dionys

my lacy skin a sculpture made of ice
creeps slowly with a chilling consternation
as if enchanted by drunk Dionys
a myth beset by present reservation

creeps slowly with a chilling consternation
black magic seeping deep into my spine
a myth beset by present reservation
trick memories that start the domino line

black magic seeping deep into my spine
that melted from the dragon s fiery breath
trick memories that start the domino line
I woke, the furnace burning me to death

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