The Murder Diaries I

In the billow of mercurial cataclysms Sharp as the pyrexia of igneous pebble stones Upon my hindquarters I was cast The circles that were established Branded my skin with cancerous nightmares Crafting the twisted love song ****ing my throat Through the lavender haze I tread Threatened by a medley of conundrums The tongue legislating such echoes ‘tis the element I so daringly seek