Alchemisland

Dysfunction in his erectile 

Took a bunch of homemade meds

Not a single clinical trial

Then became a reptile

The dead of night his favoured time

For venturing out to his hunting mile

Wearing a long jacket, detective style

Hides a ridge of spikes along his spine

Trudging forthcoming heads turning tides

Temper turns on dime, hands tied, men die

By streetlight feed needing, two lovers meeting beneath a leafen eave

Before long some kief they’re chiefing on 

Not long before he’s tracing her thong 

She’s moaning, raising his shlong

Before she can be dishonoured 

I’m on them like hot rocks, murdered

He almost gets away 

Sweeping my tail I knock him on his face

Bringing up bile from inside, vile thick resinous residue

Acidic, where it lies sound of eggs frying, reptilian resonance

Sensing ophidian presences in my residence

Step aside, the lizard is hostile, committing crimes

Biting causing a caped crusader to slowly die

Transformation tore apart my kimono, back growth until it snapped

Now I know what it feels like to have an eggsack

I should have measured my medicines more exactly

The denizens of this town terrified do attack me

An officer tries to tackle and trap me outside the bait and tackle

Where I purchase worms to feed on, I wait then decapitate

Open him like a tabernacle second half of high mass

Twelve priests kneeling before a monstrance, high class

Gripping his shoulders, breaking the grate of his ribs

Grazing on his gizzard, nerves quivering, grasping innards

Blood fissures out from his shortened fingers, finished

He’s dead in minutes but he lives in my lyrics

Fingerprints read crocodile, test done right boffins dunno why

It looks like Dingodile committed last night’s crimes

Special unit formed to track me, SWATlike in black tac vests

Leather vestments like two thousands X Men, a witness attests

To seeing something supernatural on that cop descend

It was there and it wasn’t, like the officer’s head

He stood on the street opposite watching a monster slobbering

Before it leapt, perching atop a wall before exiting

Someone screamed Chupacabra before realizing Cabra is not in Mexico

My own lab rat, my veins collapsed with needle stabbing, I can’t take cabs

I can’t use the main paths, I have to advance underpass, ways without maps

I have no need for cash or attachment, I exist to consume and attack men

Passing through a flooded tube station I used to use 

My abusive tendencies arise with the full moon

Ruined bloom of youth, runes at which Odin likes to look

Carved with my hook, instructions from the skinbound book

Where an inbound train used to dock, delighting alighting commuters

The husks of old computers I looted for scraps and screws

In a confusing heap of metallic debris, like an android’s autopsy

Shit all over the shop, I find what I’m looking for, a mean looking chopper

To lop your limbs off, proffer them on the altar proper, offering to Tophet

I pierce your skin with a copper coil, my nails slick black as boiling oil

My lips coil back to reveal a phalanx of shank-sharp fangs

Three rows at a glance, a thousand roses’ thorns 

I am horned like the altar in Solomon’s time

Given abhorrent form by ill-used science

Lies can be lies of silence, in your non-tone a seed of defiance

You could not be more defiled, your skin stretched like a flasher’s jacket

Your elastic flesh hanging in melted plastic straggles, yet still struggling

Eyes glazed over, too weak for panic, yet onholding, reluctant ghost

I closen your throat, closing my jaws, your moating blood my only host

Hot as a black spoon’s bottom, it coats engrossingly, grossly perhaps 

Hang you in my dungeon upside down

Drain you into a bucket

Ring of human black pudding

My body quasimodo before I spliced with my komodo

I don’t take visitors, unwelcome inquisitors infringing with interviews

Did what I needed to, not after the golden goose, have to solder boots

Back together after the lizard version exits, papers asking if I exist

I am a mist which lifts and is gone, I am bonded to an Iguana

In life I was a don, brave as a myrmidon, called Iguanodon then

Donkey Kong how my acrobatics skills increase tenfold

Tentpole skill, before I was a temp on the bench, scholarship unlikely

Guys just like me got offered places, and later sponsorships from nike

But I was diligent, practising nightly, cooking up things to delight me

People who know me like me, people who don’t are frightened of me

Scorpio Rising, that’s just how it be.