electricoca nosebleed covenant
as the original saying goes,
"the blood of the covenant runs thicker than the water of the womb."
i am loyal to the core, radiant lady you can't ignore
machine milled diamond skeleton with flesh of glossy silicone
electromagnetic pulling kinetic i call myself phantasmogenic
(take caution if you're epileptic)
it's fair to stare, my iridescent aura has a tendency to mesmerize.
that extra terrestrial bodily GLOW! I bathe in
ultraviolet LEDs and set my mind aside
to let my body fall in sync to a banger of a DJ set mixed live
a breakbeat rhythm so rapid slick and broken
it'd make a chronic cokehead's mid-rush heartbeat sound like ticking clockwork sans the tok.
im a cyborg ballerina that lockpicked the music box,
im deadass made of diamonds and authentically alive,
so I engineered with elegance a cutthroat ballet style —
perfect for the one and only cybernetic ballerina with red blood and a crystalline brain
and who would be surprised when a cyborg made for dancing just loves EDM and raves?
my style is my signature, proof that i am ME —my agility is optimized, coordination too, my energy is endless, a recursive feedback loop
so here is how it feels to dance like me:
so smooth I dance like liquid and so sharp I dance like knives
every darting move comprised of whirling diamond coated blades drenched in multichrome oil spill
slicing thin air twice as thin and flawlessly adapting to the DJ's ever-shifting mix
pure PLUR kandi kid at heart and i wear it on my wrists with pride
but as I said my bones are diamond, i've got more ice than every single rapper combined,
im a dubstep cyborg ballet dancer with a nosebleed on one side,
Im the magic molly-mancer and your emotions meld with mine.
(did i mention i'm a cancer? that's my sun sign)
might seem surprising because im virgo rising
but scorpio's my moon, so believe me bitch it's true
you can see im straight vibing by my otherwordly hue.
and if you ever think you lost me, whatever the venue,
if i'm anywhere i could be found im in the ladies room.
I'll be bubblng with empathy as I'm, uh—just powdering my nose—
then I'll tell a stranger that I love her, that she's made of poetry and prose,
and I'll apologize profusely when my nose begins to bleed
though in secret i'll be relieved my authenticity has been seen.
my complexion of a glowing plastic doll may be my public key
but i have found only the color red proves my humanity.
I knew her elsewhere long ago—where is elsewhere? soon we'll know.
reunited for one minute, a miniscule eternity
where every word is utter truth proclaimed in brave sincerity.
our connection may be fleeting, but everything is forever
im a fountain overflowing with empathy, love, and laughter,
lifting spirits with free concert tix and selfie pics and stupid little party tricks
(hey look im double jointed)
but you know I always stay until the end and ill be anyone you need,
i'll listen to your woes and be the shoulder you can cry on,
i'll be the fake ID provider you can actually rely on,
and then I'll be the pair of lips to recieve your whiteclaw-flavored sloppy kiss,
and it means everything and nothing it means blackout it means bliss.
we'll be best friends for forever cus time aint fucking real,
and when we next chill with machine elves we'll be together, I can feel.