Neon Demon

I am the product of a saint and a siren:

Sinner.

The Neon Demon clenching at his dawn.

Golden and occult; rise and fall of a new angel.

A new generation of liars was born.

We crawl with the swine, gloom and doom -

the glory of it all.

A manifesto of sorts.

I am the Neon Demon.

My alter-ego was predetermined.

The stage is my faith.

I am a martyr on the dance floor; dying for the sins of the raver.

Born into a generation of liars as an artist of the truth.

The journey I yearned for,

lies ahead.

As the dawn and dew evaporate, I emerge from my cocoon.

A Poem by Jason Nel

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