Drunkards crawl through pools of *****
bruises and mascara smother stripper's eyes,
beneath stale air and drunken haze
ulterior motives and false perceptions are easily disguised
stained beauty slowly curdles
teenage morals gradually decompose, as
****** frustration ignites, burning beneath disco lights
lust blooming like sordid petals of a rose
boys eye girls bra-less and raving
vying for a flash of flesh or ******
anticipations defy logical explanations
as juvenile love starts to tickle
alcohol brews caustic feelings
lacklustre defences and warped attractions,
some look for relationships and lifetime lovers
whilst others seek mere distractions
escaping the reality of a life
gouging its gnarled nails upon our skin,
the fact that staying weak is easier
tempting us to give in to deviled sin
for what's the point in staying strong,
only to be dragged along upon the floor?
What's the point in living,
when you just don't know what you're living for?
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 8:46 AM UTC
Drunkards crawl through pools of *****
bruises and mascara smother stripper's eyes,
beneath stale air and drunken haze
ulterior motives and false perceptions are easily disguised
stained beauty slowly curdles
teenage morals gradually decompose, as
****** frustration ignites, burning beneath disco lights
lust blooming like sordid petals of a rose
boys eye girls bra-less and raving
vying for a flash of flesh or ******
anticipations defy logical explanations
as juvenile love starts to tickle
alcohol brews caustic feelings
lacklustre defences and warped attractions,
some look for relationships and lifetime lovers
whilst others seek mere distractions
escaping the reality of a life
gouging its gnarled nails upon our skin,
the fact that staying weak is easier
tempting us to give in to deviled sin
for what's the point in staying strong,
only to be dragged along upon the floor?
What's the point in living,
when you just don't know what you're living for?
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