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Rohypnoled

Friday��
and my angel mood stumbles��
descent dark and sudden��
from a drug I did not seek��
There was only that moment��
I left my drink��
now strange rough hands��
start guiding me��
while the end of the tunnel��
spins out of reach��
until I watch me��
stripped and invisibly bound.��
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It begins��
and I want to get mad.��
Mom bought me that top��
now it's screwed up � � �
in a heap on the floor.��
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I count cracks on the ceiling��
watch a bare light bulb's slow swing,��
bedraggled moths flapping tattered wings � � �
while from the last fragments of reason��
emotion seeps to the land of the lost��
where angels perish�and the Devil's poisons��
scream for attention in blood��
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How these wings ache.��
I am pinned in a display case��
staring through hazy glass��
choking as they close the lid,��
I breathe in clouds.��
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Something��
cold��
then something warm��
some � � �
thing��
tattoos its mark on my flesh.��
I see drunken sailors with broken teeth��
dancing to a flood of voodoo� � � � � �
they celebrate � � � �
as I drown ��
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Maybe someone��
screams 'forget'��
or maybe that was me.��
Roughly, � �
harshly,��
I watch me torn��
against my will�I float��
to not me��
and back��
not me��
and back...��
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I keep one eye on someone else��
and one eye closed��
acting uninvolved��
the star of my own movie��
while faceless directors��
bark their slurs��
I am the centre��
they are the ring.��
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You thought you knew,��
you think you cruise with the coolest of cool��
but the next day you wake�to the smell��
of just who it was�they burned��
and although you're certain��
you may never be sure��
if anything was real�at all.� � � � � �
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Hi honey...��
good night last night then, was it?.��
Good night, last night?