• Vol. 06
  • Chapter 11
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Courting Nothingness

I knew the address, so I drove to the building.
The party was taking place on the bottom floor.
I saw a human mall, an American Eagle, and someone asking the million-dollar question
through the window
The West Texas invitation shook in my hand,
so why did I not believe I was wanted there?
Celebration was not my strong point,
though my soul was on fire
Loneliness was the Black Friday of my soul
My demons have been lying to my head for infinity
I decided not to go inside