“Final Tango”
Maybe if I pray to the Devil, it will be there for me. Duality.
I wonder if I dance, does it stand next to me, cold.
My guardian angel.
Touching my shadow.
Faces of the people.
Living a world in a lie.
Upside-down, upside-down. Why.
In futility. Trying to decipher.
Here in my abyssal nonsensical throne.
Chained, that is all I can do, and nothing.
There is no “God,” but if there is, it will save me.
Tonight, what happens. When nothing’s left. In this.
The grey. The light. The dark.
Humanity.
The battle. The war, lost.
The archives, stolen.
Evil overtaken.
How many thousands of years has it been.
From death unto life. One way or another.
We never learn. Catastrophe.
As big as our Humanity.
The numbers. The hell.
Turning back to the hand.
Tonight blowing smokes to save me, this monster.
Mary Jane, the only one there for me.
Spiderman-monster mutated.
Final tango.
Where do I go.
Solemnly death child.
Every other thought, forgotten.
Blood and alpha line.
AU (alternate universe).
Trio mutation in “Marvel Universe.”
In Scott Summers (Cyclops), mutagenic combination of Hank McCoy (Beast).
And Warren Worthington III (Angel). Whoa.
A winged, super-physicality, eye-shooting laser blast, mutant.
Fighting side by side with Magneto, their leader.
Apocalyptic scenario.
Where Charles Xavier ceased to exist.
And Storm with a mohawk and Wolverine persisted as lovers, ha.
Mission: Resuscitate from dire obstruction.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j4rO1A0xuZs