batsose

Infectious,
wanting something so bad
because it is so bad for you
staring at the floating worm drenched in tequilla,
nothing good can come from it,
anger, bar fights and the worst bout of heaving
that last dry nothing of my stomach
yet I guzzle again and the worm goes down

I see here with her tattoo
peeking perched out of those jeans
dancing some...
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There is something there reflected in the darkness,
space without light
my fear without awareness
your image without memory
desire without pain

I float here
waiting for death
My life the limbo parade

drugs no longer sooth
sex no longer heals
fucking only reminds me I'm alive

yet the parade marches on
my desperate figure seeking someone in the crowd
deep in their eyes are...
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