we are all part of this oiled machine: so indifferent, yet so different. we aren’t all known just by what is seen, but what isn’t. so it is. i try to stand. at best, when it hurts, i laugh. i’ve got a smile that’s starting to frown and fade away. i got lost down in the fires of hell. lost in the lust, lost just because. i saw my face in the mirror there. i saw it turn to regret. as i was burning for all my sins i had good company. so, at least, when i die all alone, i know my friends will burn with me. patrons gunning towards the exits—a forlorn attempt to evade the vapid, the coming storm. curtains blur the lines between the martyrs and the dissidents as i discard everything sacred.
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