Last night’s set
Eyes closed
Deep breath
No one knows
The sounds
Of my recent show
Walk through the rusted metal double
doors
Free of sin, which is so satisfying
Heavy breathing… tingling… sweating from
heavy heat feelin
Tight chest… what have I ingested
Oh a mouth full of un-oxygenated heated
breath
Pins needles taunting the nervous twitches
Itching scratching… eyes searching for just
one stick
Mindless mingle around the table
All the acting like they are reformed and
unable
Hellos come and go but I don't say anymore
I wouldn't mind watching them all burn to
the core
Crackling and popping… snapping
Bubbling melting… obscure blood curdling
screams
Or is that the release of steam from their
seams
70% water and they still can't put
themselves out
The fire in their eyes leaves me no doubt
I never forget cuz once in their life they
really meant it
The death stare as the embers flare
Reminds me of the power of the flare as I
strike the match
The smell the sulfur excites me
And sit back and watch layer-by-layer
burning the player
I'll sit in the corner until I f*ck*n release
all over my jeans
Until there is nothing left in me and I can't
stand the heat
It's not the smell of burning flesh that
bothers me
It's the hair that smells so FRIGGIN
nasty
It's time to concentrate and I act like I
care
Participate in-group so they don't stare
Or suspect that last nights travesty was
the work of the vet
The vet getting rid of another bum that still
regrets
They were sleeping in that abandoned building
DURING LAST NIGHT''S SET
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