empty pockets; crying soul
dirty shoes with see through soles
see through keyhole peephole
the little people jumping up and down
underneath the hollywood sign
bright lights, stars too bright to see starlight
flashing lights, restraints, zip ties
i thought this would be a quick ride
the years take too long to pass by
the decay quickens
the rot speeds up,
guts splashing around,
nothing coming out of my mouth
plugged, just a plug, just a pay for a fuck,
at least i'm of some use.
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