Decomposition

Liquid crystals starving the motions of scarlet particles
While pink clouds veil a no longer useful sense
Like snakes, the peeling crawls further and off
Sins without reasons had their endurance and their end
But the marionettes still had music for their theatre
A piercing whistle declares war between oxygen
And the music performed by a human violin of doom
When the only remaining lights are kamikaze soldiers
Unlike the once dancing fireflies illuminating grace
A psycho system where wisdom only overrules apparently
Being surpassed, overcrowded, drained by masses of flesh
Rabid flesh skinned by fake promises, an elegy singing
With words and xylophones of shining moist plasma
Whisper with the thorns, thick piercings across a head
But soon, masks will have to be worn, the art binding them
Fake emotions and a dance with fans and sandals
The puppets' cotton and its recoil, a soft prelude sang
Before a harsh storybook erases its pages with shame