I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT I’S EXPECTING MAYBE NOTHING MORE THAN HOPE
TRADING LOVES DELUSION FOR A FINGER TWISTED GROPE
DESPERATE FOR A THOUGHT THAT I DID NOT YET POSSESS
HOPING MAYBE STRANGLED BY HER SCARLET MOUTH CARESS
AND THEN SUDDENLY I COLLAPSED IN MY REFLECTION IN THE STAIN
IT’S MIDNIGHT AGAIN
I SAW HER WAITING ON THE CORNER EXPOSED BENEATH THE LIGHT
FLASHING RAYON PHEROMONES SUTURED BY THE NIGHT
SIFTING THROUGH A CAR CRASH PEDDLE 40 DOLLAR BILLS
INDULGING RUPTURED PROMISES LONELY DARK CAN CHILL
AND THERE WAS SOMETHING IN THE AIR AND IT WAS HEADED FOR MY SOUL
IT’S MIDNIGHT AGAIN
I STAGGERED DOWN THE HALLWAY PANIC FLAGGED IN EVERY STEP
DESPERATE FOR THE FREEDOM FROM THE CORNERS THAT I KEPT
FROM ALL THAT UGLY BRUISING STILL PULLING THROUGH THE WOUNDS
FROM ALL THE FLESHLESS LOVERS LOVE COLLUDED TO CONSUME
SO DETERMINED TO SURVIVE YET REPEAT IT ALL ONCE MORE
ITS MIDNIGHT AGAIN
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