Sheathe sun’s piercing rays
Diamonds dismantlements,
Within, the piercing eyes,
On a Saturday night.

All alone,

Drooling,
Young funts,
Selling dolls,
Only cost 5 cents.

Cornered by,
Empty heads,
Sweaty lips,
And, masked fears,
All crowds the streets.

Dorian Gray,
Lost at a glimpse,
Of himself,
Daisy Buchanan,
Comes, all flowery,
And shit.

Still,

Liquor spills,
Debts forgotten,
Freedom's joke,
Underground,
On a leash.

Noose me in,
Till I let loose,
Far from home
–Killing time,
Where I belong.

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