Needless Things: Neon Maniacal Mayhem

Beneath the buzz of fractured wires, The skyline hums with spectral choirs. A fevered glow consumes the street, Where chaos coils in rhythmic heat.

Reflected teeth in glassy grime, Grin in syncopated time. Their laughter carves the night in two, A jagged hymn of searing hue.

Billboards bleed in tongues of fire, Preaching lust, decay, desire. The maniac dances, sharp and thin, His neon mask stretched taut with sin.

Each step a crack in reason’s frame, Each spark a curse that chants his name. No mercy thrives, no order stands, Just shattered light through burning hands.

The city sways, deranged, possessed, A carnival that won’t be blessed. Maniacal mayhem grins, alive, In neon graves where nightmares thrive. NNN