John Wayne Newton - The Bled

Shine on spotlight cadaver

What have you become?

Come get your glamour fix

Pushed into vein

Shine on sweet medicated kisses

I won’t 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