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daNcing (an experiment in disassociation)

I'm a million different people Each day Sweet to bitter Maniac to recluse Dead to undying But the destruction is always There With me wherever I go So I went somewhere new Cut off my hands Sever my spine So I don't act on my Impulses toNight The call of the void The violent possibilities to violet Situations, like The lights of the Night box And I'm dancing Always dancing Dancing And I took the money And I kissed a stranger And cheated on the game I drank something strange The spider on my wrist Has multiplied Throw it What? Fall down Why? dO It Is this really happening? I'm drowning in my stream of consciousness There is gliTch In my system And the lights are more purple Than they have ever been And my Instincts Tell me to run But the man in black Calls to me And he is insatiable So I went to him And he drank me dry And we danced together And I am undying With a stranger Is this really happening? My skin isn't mine The music made me deaf But I'm still dancing And I'm still craving Stranger than I have ever been Because I am no longer aLive
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Dec 4, 2015
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