Adrenaline Junk

We can take our Cigarette ash And catch The river on Fire, Hang With only one hand Holding On to the edge Of the bridge- We don’t fly Anymore But, We’ll taste the Wind- Angels turned Dare-devils When the fade-out Hits. We don’t care for Sunsets, We relish Every Moment- Lips locked And Nights spent Not sleeping. We’ll give Anything For the Rush- Adrenaline junk Finding love In the Skydive WIth no Parachute- No thought Of a soft Landing For our wings Melted off from our Own fires- We smile All the way down To the boom, Splat Against the water, Hard like the Concrete we grew Up on. We Are the Star-crossed Star-fallen Youths Whose futures You’ve Desecrated- Those few Trail blazers Across a night sky You’ll miss While you’re Six feet Asleep.