Shoulder war

(Distant thunder, keys drip)
Long Beach bleeds neon—Leviathan snarls low.
Music’s my morphine, till the war ignites.
Two tyrants crown my clavicles:
Left—glacial siren. Right—infernal sovereign.
And I? The carcass they carve.
(Verse 1 (swift, serrated—story unfolds)
Seven years old, mirror my confessor—
Blue dragon coiled, scales like liquid sapphire.
She purred: “Surrender, I’ll forge you gold.”
Cocaine crystals, codeine syrup—
Temptations cloaked in velvet.
I balked. Her fury froze my fortune,
Froze my pulse—nineteen, abyss beckoning.
Suicide’s siren song: “Silence is salvation.”
Then phoenix erupted—crimson blaze,
Preaching perfection, wielding God like a blade.
But his deity? A counterfeit crown—
Gilded fraud, hawking heaven for scraps.
(Pre-Chorus (hushed, heartbeat sync)
They clash—
Ice: “I cradled your ruin.”
Fire: “She chained your soul.”
I roar—
“Evict yourselves!”
New York rain hammers asphalt like verdicts.
Tires screech: “Worthless!” “Leap!”
I sprint—Central Park spire,
Ninety-five floors of fatal rationale.
(Chorus (soaring, auto-tuned lament)
Shoulder war—
Glacier tugs left, inferno drags right.
One croons devotion, one shrieks dominion—
Both decree my demise tonight.
I’m marionette, I’m guillotine—
Sever the sinews, let me ascend.
Father—absolve this fractured fray.
Shoulder war…
I crave oblivion.
(Verse 2 (rhythmic, relentless—plot thickens)
Dexter’s specter haunts the shotgun seat—
Midnight haze, her “cure” curling smoke.
Anxiety’s hydra—she fed it devil’s lettuce.
Phoenix sneered: “Purity scorns crutches.”
I severed both—
Bellowed at the firmament: “I am exile!”
Shoved through glass doors—gale claws my cheeks.
Tears outpace torrents, heart incinerated.
“Forgive me, Creator—for heeding phantoms.”
For mistaking hush as exodus.
(Bridge (whispered confession, then detonation)
Dragon: “I was your genesis.”
Phoenix: “I was your zenith.”
I: “You are both corpses.”
I halt—
No plunge.
No pyre.
Spire stands vacant.
I descend—
Still cacophonous.
Still breathing.
(Final Chorus (orchestra swells, voice shredded)
Shoulder war—
Frost thaws, flames gutter.
They dissolve like fevered visions—
Left me void, left me sovereign.
Leviathan loops—
But my cadence cuts through.
No strings. No abyss.
Just rhythm…
And the hush I wrested.

Floor by floor, legs burn.
Ninety-five.
Dragon hisses: “Faster—end the ache.”
Phoenix growls: “Higher—claim your throne.”
Step.
“Jump.”
Step.
“You’re nothing.”
Step.
“Forgive yourself—then fall.”
Wind rattles the rail—
City lights smear like tears.
I reach the top.
Door waits.
Cold steel under knuckles.
Hand on the handle.
No push.
No pull.
Just…
Breath.

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