Gorgon Madonna

I've been staring at these pages, mind-state purple
 Mercury's in retrograde, circles in a circle, what's the purpose?
 Slanging these rhymes like a merchant
 Handwritten in cursive
 Lately I've been staring at these pages, mind-state purple
 Mercury's in retrograde, circles in a circle, what's the purpose?
 360... spiral the neck like a vulture goddess
 Milky Way patterns in the energies I harness
 In my mindset, I'm high as the sky gets, multiple sunsets
 Capturing thoughts with a butterfly net
 True reality runs deeper than the concept
 To the spectrum of your consciousness,
 Your pigment's only context
 This race can only be won if the psyche is steady
 Even Frankenstein began
 As a dream in the mind of Mary Shelley
 So throw caution to the wind, focusing the mental element
 Make walls crumble down like dilapidated settlements
 Although threatened with hell, I'll blast for the self, first
 Splatter the optics and damage the nerves
 Thirst for blood over everything, swing sabers like Annakin
 Ambidextrous androgen, I'm both the empress and the King
 Walk unseen in these verbal coliseums
 Kevin Bacon with quicksilver in his skeleton
 Matutinal and Vespertine, testosterone and estrogen
 I'm all things encoding, while subliminally messaging
 At times,
 It seems that I'm chained to all the trouble that I struggle with
 My shadows huddle in the mist
 Cause the blueprint of life has hidden meanings
 And deep within them
 Applied contradictions – angels interbreed with demons
 And misery loves company, it overwhelms and feeds me
 Fills me as I embrace the dark and light completely
 Guided by the ring of the seven sisters when the pitch darkens
 Artemis gravitates my aim to where the fixed mark is
 Hit the target, commander of the dart board
 When wounded, I'm the essence of our Lilith in her darkest form
 Day and night worshipper, stubborn as a mule
 Built my temple from her dreams and posted sentries at the vestibule
 Our army of degenerate practitioners
 Will street-sweep petition-free but walls will carry signatures
 Melancholic insignia
 My dog's name is Cerberus, past, present and future stay similar
 Observing distant memories, fading over ages
 Seen the pain of remembrance leave the structure ever-changing
 So I shape-shift and inspire the nihilists
 Decipher mind-script, hypotheses tested on self – mad scientist
 Spit fire and water, I'm lion and hydra
 Aloof in the distance like the constellation of Lyra
 A mystery of time, laid an egg and hatched a man
 A light-god with a staff of thunderbolts in his hand
 Illuminated the vision beyond peripheral
 I'm black Gorgon Medusa feeding off the visceral
 A throwback, in the age of clones and phone taps
 Metallic drones and all that,
 Command an army of skeleton bone stacks
 Measure motion sub-atomically
 My thought-forms like crystallized snow, colour of ebony
 Shimmering
 Staring at these pages, mind-state purple
 Mercury's in retrograde, circles in a circle, what's the purpose?
 Slanging these rhymes like a merchant
 Handwritten in cursive
 Lately I've been staring at these pages, mind-state purple
 Mercury's in retrograde, circles in a circle, what's the purpose?