I only feel alive when you watch me dance at midnight

Zombie is an overused metaphor

I am only alive when others observe

To spit white fire and jealousy

Red hot slurring from mouth to my vein

Magma thrown blazing across crowded rooms

Or halls or house or countries

I am potters clay waiting to be formed

Your judgement my salvation.

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