Slave To the Nightlife
She longed for endless night.
Darkness that would stay.
Where one could kill unnoticed,
and the freaks come out to play.
She loved the seedy nightlife,
trash, killers and whores.
But she much preferred the sinful things,
done often behind closed doors.
Bullwhips, crops and lollipops,
the sweetest things of all.
The loving pain would last all night,
if only the sun would fall.
But for now it must stay bright,
while I breathe the city smog.
That is until the moon comes out,
when I find my boots and flog...
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