syringe or vile or pipe
floating through a grey dusted alley
chased by burned fingers
the minds eye thirst and tricks for fantasy
this is how I dance now.
slow and alone in the nightmares of a pariah
where am i now and where is my God to shade me from the vengeful sun?
over a cream filled coffee some peoples lives become able to bear
only under another flesh and saliva do I live wholly
sinked in teeth
i vamp for security
the drugs, the blood, the addiction, the sport
everything is about the same thing.
collection in a plate
wine in a glass
redness in the hands.
hopeless is the only adjective to survive without displacing itself
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