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.