Tonight, I was you.
Hidden.
Self contained.
Sitting on the leather couch.
Wearing my black teeth.
Dancing on this vulgar stage.
Every beat, a small death.
Tonight, I was you.
Vacant.
Tolerant of your demise.
I stand up, minutes collapse.
Gluttony, sloth, lust.
Lust? A slumber slut.
Sit on your face.
Ready to give you,
Thirty hours of pain, all at once, all for you.
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