the inevitable comes to my door and knocks it with malicious intent
broadcasts stop and the radio falls into silence too
out of frame a shadowy hand orchestrates my downfall as i can only manage to catch glimpses of him through the reflection on the window of a storefront
men that should be in suits wraps themselves in comfortable and friendly garments while starving for live human flesh and i am fully awake as i watch them dine again and again
dancers break their legs for a chance of salvation
i'm at the center of it all but at the same time it isn't about me
not at all
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