The soppy Dj

Manic depressives oscillate
between elation and the Dj
Ostracised from the heavens,
A mere puppet of clay,

Spinning and scratching the discs,
WIth the hands that are set on fire,
Unable to handle the heat
Tangled in the red hot wires

A sorceror of a demonic tale,
Burning in magma-refusing to complain
Declines and denys to fail,
Adamant to self mutilate

Drowns in the heavy metal,
Knows not how to wade,
Trys to fight the restrained battle,
Worthy of everyones hate,

An effigy of stones,
Spitting out droplets of blood,
UNable to get the sphinx riddle
Forming a blinding flood

She plays the spiked rhythms,
carrying her ghetto blaster
Eyes the Scaly Dragon
Her weapons a knuckle duster,

Fastened around her neck,
is a horrific metallic serpent,
That blows out hatred
sucking out the vacant,

So this is the soppy Dj,
Whos an enigma in herself,
killing and getting killed,
are parts of the life of this elf...