The Scenescof Dynasty

Meeting behind the iron sling My brandy tongue was like a caterpillar thing Suzy-hung up on Joan of Arc Cloudily gave me the key to the dark Scraping the lice from my bed I sussed we were teleported into his head A wormy blood train expected our feet But I cradled Suzy's head in my lap And fitted the stair to her gap And led her off the Astral plane Sculpting her features in flesh Her Alice eyes scan the mythical scene And rose on the veiny snake train And prayed to his bastille sky brain The driver was a cancer growth cell His words were just recorded tapes of Hell He left us in the room of faded scrolls In a window wall we saw a good thought chained But knifed into a portion of his brain Was a whitish through back to the green Amazon leach