By Riggs
Date: 8 January 2001
Thailand Nightscape
Screaming, kicking lying to yourself
that it's better than never
being taken off the shelf.
Slave labour princess whenever they want
they pick from the line
insecure Don Juans
never mind preening what's replaceable
never mind the shame when its acceptable
take it
hide it
and make all the moves
lose yourself until there's simply
nothing left to lose.
Flailing, wailing paling in fear
screaming chick metal slogans
but no one seems to hear
ripping out your throat
in sickly sweet darkened rooms
amusing and confusing
high as high on dark lust fumes.
There's a star away above
that you see on lucid nights
when you sit and tell yourself
that everything will be alright
but it's frequently in darkness
and your less frequently here
forever is a long time
to spend in bondaged fear.
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