John Wayne Newton

shine on spotlight cadaver. what have you become? come get your glamour fix. pushed into vein. shine on sweet medicated kisses. i wont watch you die. your surrogate funeral eyes like blackened pillows. your victim's mask is slipping away. malfunction slow collapse. one more fix to get you through. a soft syringe to lick your wounds. when you look into the mirror are you afraid of what you see through yellow caution tape. will you come to me for love? i will not bleed for you this time.