Its Another Trance-Ending Tuesday.

Half Asleep I Stumble In;
Still Wicked, Worn And Wrecked From The Night Before.

First Hour Bell;
I Slip Into A Dreamscape As
Submissively Sexual Sarcasum Reeks From Every Pore
Drowsy Still From The Night Before.

Second Hour Starts;
Awake Now Having Not Been Asleep
Bitten, Fucked, Scratched And God Im A Whore
Swollen Still From The Night Before.

Third, Fourth And Sixth Hour Now;
Flashing Lights And Memories
The Rest Is A Bore
Recovering Still From The Night Before.

Home Again;
First The Shower Then The Bed.
Naked Again And Wondering
Where All My Trophies?

All That Remains Is Red Rows Of Nails
A Plethora Of Bite Scars
And The Specks Of Smeared Makeup
All Ive Got Untill Next Week

Im Sick Again.
Maybe I Should Start A Club.
Not Like The One I So Dearly Attend,
But One For The Likes Of You And I;
My Friend...

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