Continuing with the “use every title of the season” challenge with X-Files…This one has been my favorite (also from 2012).
Episode titles are underlined.
Descension
Maybe someone should pray for me today –
Gather up your blessed be’s, amen, excelsius dei…
For I might fall apart some sleepless night.
I can’t stop myself –
Floating like a Calusari looking for my aubrey.
Firewalker on a mission,
Død Kalm –
Counting, “3, 2, 1…”
Irresistible ascension
To the sun, any star, or a colony of dust somewhere in space
Where little green men still manage to maintain that fearful symmetry
That frightening mystique
In the dark, in the sands –
In the red, red land of some forgotten Anasazi –
Humbug chased unto extinction.
Oh, what have I become?
My own f. emasculata, hurting whomever I must save.
Blood, blood, blood
On the stairs, in every parking garage;
Blood, blood, blood
On my hands, it’ll never wash off.
A twisted mind plays host to some red museum contrition,
Full of fresh bones in the soft light –
Listen to the souls cry, “This is our town!”
Maybe they’re right.
So you back away,
Count, “1, 2, 3…”
Snap a chord and I’m Duane Barry –
In one moment, one breath, first take:
The devil gets to play
Die hand die verletzt and it’s end game.
