Prom

I’ve Found That Certain One,
The One I Knew I Wanted.
Traded-In My Blood And Time,
But Now I’m Stuck In Traffic.
I See The Back- It Says,
Punk-Rock And Living Dead.
I Got My Dream, My Purpose,
I Got A Mystery Tonight.
She’s In A Secret World
In Which She’d Never Make It.
And All The Hate She Knows Grows Telekenetic.
We Know The Story Though, Replayed And Retold.
  Forgot To Dream On Purpose.
I Got A Mystery Tonight.
Us Two.
The Both Of Us.
Lit Room, Voices Hushed.
Dark Sounds Slide Outside-
Misfits Of The Night.
The Curbside.
Red Brakelights.
It’s Over When The Corners Of Her Mouth Turn Up.
With Skin Red She Fights The Dead
Moments Away From A Nightless Day.
We All Run Away
But Not From Lack Of Faith.
 

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