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letra de the deal (interlude) - jay hudson

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late one night, in some fl!ckering hospital room
where the walls buzzed louder than the world ever did for them
jay hudson told a story that no one streamed
no one shared, no one heard
but if someone had, it might’ve gone like this:

after one of those nights
the kind that ends in a deleted post and a bottle on the floor
jay said he slipped into something between a fever dream and a prayеr

he was staring at the ceiling whеn the air around him thickened
and he felt himself fall, not down, but inward
like into the back of his own mind
a place that didn’t feel like life or death, but something in between
like a green room before the final act
and in that silence, she appeared

the devil wasn’t h-rns and fire
no
she was blonde, draped in black silk and power
her eyes shimmered like cameras
she looked like every idol jay had ever worshipped
she was the stage
she smiled and said:
“you want them to hear you. not just listen—feel you
you want them crying to ‘black heart’, dancing alone to ‘bounce with me’
wondering who broke them in ‘missing you’
choking on their own reflection during ‘dance, motherf-cker’
i can give you that. i can make you unforgettable.”
jay stood there, bare in soul
with a cracked voice
and asked what the cost was
she leaned in close—sweet and cold
and whispered:
“just give me the silence. the part of you that fears you’ll never matter
give me your seeking—your sickness
and in return, i’ll make sure they never look away ever again.”

that night, jay hudson
the genreless phantom of papillon noir
the bruised pulse behind métamorphose
the artist who was too much and never enough—made the trade
not for fame
for immortality
in the shadows of his failure, he built a new altar
an album
the seekness
because the search for yourself can rot you from the inside
and the hunger to be heard?
it’s a sickness that smiles sweet

the devil brushed their cheek with a manicured hand and murmured:
“close your eyes, baby. repeat after me:
one for the sorrow, two for the show
on three, we unravel
and on four… they’ll never forget your name.”

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