Pariah Jackal II

Moon-invaded sky
and a
crippled dreamer
sieging the Ego of the
primal blue desert
((painted with the colors of need))
by hiding behind
the hide of a cursed
misconception
of solitary
imbalance

she is still dancing
with the veils of many
and the salt
in her skin of bronze
and Babylon rebuilt
in her sulphur lips
and a heart of tar
beating along
the glorious nothingness
that Everything
didn't dare to approach

they're still here
and they're demanding
what a mortal
once craved
from a mirror
-only the sheer brutality
of will
derived
from the realization
that life
is only
a rehearsal
for his death