Mannequin Halo

Streetwalkers cackle softly In the shadows of fear Crippled assassins aim yet, misfire As the barrels scream off Into the sweaty swamps That comprise their genitals Now as I walk down the highway A thousand distraught eyes gawk And like fire they fiercely devour my flesh Lacing the tissues with a searing tinge of death Their virulent words no more than merely one syllable Ejaculate fascinating colors akin to the aurora borealis As swiftly they saunter off into the midnight sky Soaring beyond the moon, making love to the stars My eyes had never before witnessed such a tragedy A tragedy so freakishly mesmerizing to the human eye Knives drive angrily from the anuses Of these vile creatures Roaring deliberate echoes of sinful songs To raze innocence Opaque as thevagina of an eclipse, They masturbate to anguish While intoxicated by the drunken memories Of traumatic childhoods The happy hour appears as the knives Climax blood upon virgin flesh Vomiting up every sour ache of intense hate That plagues their hearts The avenue to freedom will draw A dreadful sacrifice of time and patience It will spawn mannequins to mimic the choreography of every move we make The ultimate battle has Dawned across the horizon Guard your loved ones For havoc will soon arise By Glenn McCrary © 2011 (All rights reserved)