Clove smoke chocking me, causing little convulsions in my chest.

Breathe in and stop.
The pounding beat of industrial dance in my head, in my heart.

Dance faster with me.

Of course you don’t see me

I’m the girl with the starry gaze in to the oblivion

[Don’t stop, you’ll die]

I won’t breathe [I can’t]


In my veins, in my arm, in my blood.

My syringe is almost empty. [Faster and faster it rushes. Oh god! I can’t feel.]

My belt loosens and my grip on reality does too


Dance.

I drive myself in to the ground. I drive my fist into your face.


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