if everything was the same wouldn't we still be
******* on the
crack pipe
held between our teeth
and wouldn't you still be picking the gum out of the cracks in the
sidewalk
to show me the biggest piece with pride on your face
and wouldn't we still be ******* on that **** stained mattress
and wouldn't you still
*** in my mouth
and taste like
whiskey
and wouldn't we still be laughing at all the kids who thought they were cooler then us
holding each other's hands
all the time
except your hands were two times the size  of mine
traveling to new places
in your
broken down ford
with cow horns on the front
spray painted tan
to look
like trash
and wouldn't we still be breaking down old buildings
and causing trouble
but couldn't we still appreciate the good things in life
like we use too after
a long day of making the world a worse place
i remember us
spray painting the sky
pink and orange
and
i think of it now as a way to apologize for the damage we did
and ******* it
we were both so disgusting
but i loved the sounds you made before you came
is that why i still think of you?
or is it because i know you won't fit with anyone else like you did with me?
people like us
we use and
we abuse
and we throw away
but i didn't get a chance to treat you like trash before i became the waste basket.
and
no matter what you say
you will always be a greasy sheep
like me
the question is are you
ready
to face
the worlds inferno?

i just hope we can go to hell
together
still smiling like we use
too

even though
we
are just wolves
pretending
to be
in love.
at least in my mind
  we will die bravely
for our
cause.