You destroy what bores you,
And leave a deadly sent--
A scent of death in the air--
Still I crouch at your feet.
You shimmer,
Transform inside out,
Strobe into a thousand frames--
Your voice like honey,
Like acid flowing through my brain;
Though Venus brightly glitters
Like a lovely icy sliver
In your eye--
Still I crave to be abused
In the precious name of servitude.

You quiver,
Bend in and out of shape,
Burst into a thousand flames--
Your smile like sunlight,
Like herion seeping through my veins;
Though Venus brightly glitters
Like a lovely icy sliver
In your eye--
Still I crave to be abused
In the precious name of servitude.

The sharp echo of your screams,
The numbing sent in the air,
The pointless self-recriminations
That one tries so hard not to spare--
Nothing else is left;
Bit by bit,
I crumble
With every nasty step of your departing feet--
How good it feels to loath myself and weep!
~Beautiful Pollution