Kaori Yuki. 由貴香織里。
She’ll make your insides soften, like a silk tie threaded through a skull
with parasites marching to Mother Goose, and old maids sent upstairs to kill the children.
“I’ll give you his head when everything is finished. Then, like him, you can spend your life embracing the mutilated corpse of a loved one.”
She traps the traditional rhyme.
Slays it, cuts the blackbird pie with a sharp pen. Bleeds the ink from each black wing.
Lizards represent lovers, holy whores. Soulmates in lie.
It’s so beautiful it’s scary.
When virulence guts virtue, it’s hers. When hair has untold weight, when dissection heals.
Vampires socialize like majesties in front of altars, crosses, desecrated religion.
The tycoon is flaming. The tattoo is everything.
The robot only knows itself by calling one name.
When I wanted to say ‘I love you’, your eyes no longer saw the world.
-Grand Guignol Orchestra
Here we must tread softly for fear of fairy tale assassins.
There’s a German leatherite who says, hey, wanna see my princess collection?
Nothing is fresher than a rockstar’s head forever marred by memory,
except perhaps a fleshly angel driven mad by God.
She can’t escape. Not from me.
And since she’s killed Him,
our tainted souls can sleep for centuries.