BLOOD ON THE DANCEFLOOR

Looking at myself in the huge wall mirror slyly placed in a sleazy corner of  "Disco Cemetery",
I wonder -


"Is she a tease? Or just one of those stuck-up 'Hookers-in-progress'!?!"

Looks again - Thats not me is it ? I wish I could think straight for even a second and I would tell myself to get the f*ck out of this demon hub.

Too late, he walked close to me, Bloodshed eyes-Whiskey breath.

He thinks-

"Can i have you for dinner and you can Slurp me for dessert?"

Looking in the mirror again,

I think-

"Not much of a sweet tooth,more of a BLOODY MARY.....Find yourself a Willing Vixen."

Childish play,not quite what i had imagined....Guess the effect of the pill is at its peak. The trance, uncalled for, had begun to set in.

She sways.

The mirror doesn't lie does it? But 'THAT'S NOT ME!' Couldn't be!

She sways a little more.

Pushed on the floor by few of those possessed by the same poison.

She sways, puts her paws up and dances as its effect becomes intense.

Look in the mirror again.

"WHO ARE YOU STARING AT?", she says.

"Im not you for sure!", I rebel.

She shouts - 

" YOU COULDNT BE EVEN IF YOU TRIED TO! I'M NOT LONER B*TCH WITH SOME D*CK STUCK IN MY HEAD FOR THE PAST 4 YEARS! I DON'T OBSESS WITH DARKNESS INORDER TO DROWN MYSELF IN IT BECAUSE I'M TOO SCARED TO SEE THE LIGHT! I'M NOT PARANOID WITH WHO I AM OR WHO I MIGHT BE. I AM ME! YOU CHOSE TO BE YOU! 

YOU CURSED YOUR OWN SELF! "

A single black tear was enough to trigger my attack on her. I fought with her, destroyed her so she wont come back.

I WIN.

Back on the floor, I sway. I put my paws up. My angelic white halter slowly turns a ravishing red.

I WON.I REJOICE.I SWAY.I FALL.I STILL WON.