Of Great Ruin
The cold night with the lights shining in the city
it’s a good time when everyone looks pretty.
Bottle breaking
smoke swapping
cops cracking.
The night is young like I was,
inevitably invincible
like the immature mind produces an unnatural high.
Searching
wanting
lusting,
for the things that keep on burning.
The juvenile exposure built my mind yet pruned it
of it’s innocence and doubled it’s experience.
Bathroom sleeping
tequila snatching
bloodied fists.
The atmosphere darkens
the attitudes sharpen
and lives are finally ruined.
Rome wasn’t built in a day but after it’s demise,
it’s walls were never the same.
Now the uncontrolled has sought control
from the dangers that plague the world she once lived in.
The consequences so hard to burden that every place is hard to stand in.
The bitter sweet memories still fresh that I can see them,
but they stay hidden in my mind as if satan condemned them.
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