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Gannon Rust

The Dinner Party (Inspired from a couple listens to All The Things I Could Never Say)

I can keep your secret

An edge of a blade I look at

With a steady wrist

I watch the smiles pass

Across the mutilated party heads

The whispers twist across the mass

From mouth to mouth

Passing

South to south

Further down the sickness of Saturday night

Somehow, this never feels right

Take another sip

Force the peace of mind

It will be alright

Someone please dim the lights

For a darker perspective

The flies on the wall begin to bite

The smiling drones infected

White magic sparkles across the room

Sweeping broken bodies beneath the rug

Outlets spark a current from a drowning plug

Another vein to maintain for another shameless drug

All the while lustful twitches tread on the unseen eye

Heads tilt to the side

Waiting for a hollow reply

Bending ears tune to my frequency

Claws bore through me

While they grin their salivating grin

Teeth digging in

I know what they long for

What will make their hearts start beating again

The whispers tremor through the crowd

Waiting for me to begin

I hold for a moment of silence

The secrets subtle defiance

I scan the mess and find you by surprise

My heart counts the measures as I stare into your eyes

The sobering effect intersects my plans

And I suddenly realize

What I must do to help you to save you

You bite your soft lower lip

A gift from the stars

An angel among the monsters

A defiance of the bizarre

They scratch a claw against the glass

And the squawking dies down

My moment to float

Your moment to drown

I place a hand upon my heart

To feel it bursting in its shell

I mutter to my audience that I will never tell

I gaze upon you for one last time

Before the toxic dream unwinds

The wallpaper scrapes itself to the floor

Windows shatter on all that matters

As the rumors all become true

One peels back his eyelids

Awakened from his drunken hue

Others retch at the sight of what they’ve become

Grotesque from what they knew

And all the while you stare at me

Diamonds spilling from the roof

Living proof

That there is a greater truth

And as the party crumbles

Back to its withered dependency

Your dark secret will stay

Between just you and me

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