Neon Lights bleed around me, drip down my ankles
Like an overly-needed thunderstorm.
Lie with me won't you, in these ghostly lights?
.
There are beds underneath the arcs of white,
Black beds encircled by red dots because we are watched
In all we do and dream.
.
For one night, let us feed the machine.
Let us lie inside the slow-burning fire of this dystopia
And nourish the heart of the monster.
.
Tonight we will burn into purple vapors.
We will dance on the wobbling lines of an archived recording
And we will finally become our very own worst nightmare.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
Ah, also:
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