For the Night

The party was filled
With drunken sluts,
Nerdy goth queens,
And wannabe good girls
Gone bad.
Listening to
NIN
and
Hillbilly Moon Explosion.
My kinda women
I loved 'em all.

Only the lonely
Will understand.
The more broken
The better...
Just like me.

Standing in a corner
Spinning tales
Of sex,
Lies,
And murder.
With friends and foes
Clad in leather
And shadow.
She danced over
Whispering sweet nothings
And other vile things
Into my ear.

A big amazon
With beautiful eyes
And long dark hair.
Reeking of
Bad decisions.

I instantly fell in love;
For the night
At least.

Β©James Dennis Casey IV

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