He's dead like disco
Always ready for a comeback
Perched defiantly in the past
Lurking lava like in the distance
So that he becomes
Past, present, future, always.
Never! Not any more!
Still you can't look him
in the eye. Still you
Can't separate your loathing
From your want to be loved.
So you gaze at the disco ball
The way it rolls glitter
Like over the dark.
It's a light that doesn't illuminate
It perpetrates his lies.
He calls it staying alive
But you know that's not living
Because you've never felt so dead
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