Knockin’

Knock Knock Knock
Whose there?
Death
Go away

Knock Knock Knock
Whose there?
Death
Not today

Knock Knock Knock
Whose there
Death
Mercy, kind sir

Knock Knock Knock
Whose there?
A hollow grave
What a shame

Knock Knock Knock
Nobody there
Go away.

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Club Out

Fade into the black canvas of the room,
losing control that you never owned.
Under the lustful watch of wandering gazes,
beyond flicks of tongue that desire your flavour.
Swallow my gasps and maybe you’ll breathe fresh air in this strobing nightmare of primary neons.
Otherwise step aside and choke out of my sight.