• Female Phantoms feel this phenomenon
    Off and on, felines find photons that fend off automatons
    Quick fix pawns that offend Empyrean
    Forged with well-aimed kicks and small pricks to fauns
    Futilely, we fake our way to the Dawn
    And finally discover that the Freak Show is gone
    Skin is stretched tight in the insides of mouths
    Staring South, tearing muscles shamelessly recount
    The Horror stories of the Young and Boring
    Eight millimeter endings seem so imploring
    Inviting, and lending themselves to frightful writing
    How exciting to exist in the world of the Lightning
    Constellations start lighting the skies and they’re brightening
    Too fast for the math to collapse all the tightening
    Of chests that protect us from our fates for the night
    And the whispers that assure us that our way is right
    Vivacious and vaccinated against Love and Free Will
    In our valiant adventures, we choke down our fill
    The vixens distort us with voices so shrill
    And verify that none of our virtues are real
    We can brandish the ideals they tried so hard to kill
    But in the end, we’ve gathered, we’re just grain in the mill