Queens injected poisonous lies deep into the veins of those whose ears hungered for the whispered rumours of someone else’s pain. They were ravenous tumours feeding on the souls of those aching for love.
Nothing could stop the junkies, whose blood ached for the seductive heat of fragile words fired at the heart of another. Poisonous lies injected deep inside their veins. Bitter fags couldn’t be stopped from flapping in the night air, ejaculating all their lies.
The elephant-sized speakers blasted a droning beat, hiding the intoxicating whispers shooting up the needle as they injected poisonous lies. Death by sexual disease was inevitable, after being mounted by every sullied disco ball and sleazy lip-synching mirror-boy.
I stared into the floor-to-ceiling mirrors and watched the Candyman inject poisonous lies into the fertile flowers, while the busy little bees carried the essence to pollinate more deceit. It was just too easy for those who saw the insincerity hiding behind a pretty smile and false words.
Acid glares scarred the eyes with judgement and disapproval. Emaciated men gyrated to mindless rumours. Toxic rivers flowed across fake tanned skin, burning a hole into cold hearts, while they sucked the tongue of the Candyman. Pleading with him to inject poisonous lies into their thin blood.
So many queens in glasshouses, watched the Candyman grow hate in their fertile veins. I watched as they snorted hypocrisy up their chiselled noses, and injected poisonous lies into their diseased blood.
Chilled by the persecutors’ shoulders, who had every name on their delicate lips. Their words enchained the spirit and enslaved their victim to depression. They couldn’t quench their thirst for the Candyman’s poisonous lies.
Gleefully, they pointed their manicured nails until they drew blood; it spilled to the ground and bubbled with the poisonous lies that intoxicated them. For them, it was just a hedonistic night out, but for their victim it was a heavy come down.