I see all these kids doing drugs
They don't know what life is made of
I never seen a drug in my life
I never even seen real love alright
I just push and keep going on
I just keep showing you are so wrong
Get it together and stay strong
When you fall just play this only one song
Stand up straight let the haters hate
Forget them all and show em who is boss aye
You are your own and you make your dreams come true
And they hate you but you grew to ignore
They wish they could go back to before
But they too late and appreciate that you made it
Fake it till you make it and then be glad that you waited
Goals reached show you are dedicated
Souls asleep know you are underrated
You are better but they are jealous of your dedication
Do what you can do your best now for your celebration
Yeah yeah yeah aye
Drugs really are bad
Drugs truly are trash
Fame don't come from drugs
It came from hard work
Less distractions are for sure
They help you stay focused on your dreams
Stay stuck on a path good to redeem
Make your family proud
Wake up to a brand new house
Brand new ride brand new everything
Let em know you tried you are the king
I see all these kids doing drugs
They don't know what life is made of
I never seen a drug in my life
I never even seen real love alright
I just push and keep going on
I just keep showing you are so wrong
Get it together and stay strong
When you fall just play this only one song
Stand up straight let the haters hate
Forget them all and show em who is boss aye

I'm an Artist.

So I don't have to go out on Saturday to feel cool.

I can just stay in and get artsy.

∆ Aaron La Lux ∆

Hungry teeth razors
Slice to scar my hand.
Watching the black symbol redden
Quenches my thirst like a cold beer.
Shield me from their fear;
and with clear eyes,
among socialite imbued rags,
I shall face my pain
Or live a conscious death.

Words tumbled out of an aluminum commode
into a hungry mouth: naïveté.

Libations atop a tin altar
in a squalid temple rife with the stench
of lascivious youth
bemoaned battle cry
transcendent in the sound of forever.

Coming of Age
a cleverly disguised charade
kept in place
by a smile that never breaks
until dawn.

White noise
cryptic static
proselytize
vomiting mucus-draining corpses
a parade of mindless disciples
dancing to the beat
of the heart in a distant star
whose life perished in the forgotten past.

Fabricated promises of maturation
facetiae in the frozen teeth that
only part for the stubborn tongue to
lap up remaining consciousness on the floor
like a begging dog.

By himself he's weak
but among many he's a god.

A song bludgeons the eardrums
"Tonight, tonight, to-night": Repetitio est mater studiorum.

There's a voice in my head but
you put a hand o'er it's mouth
and pried mine open with
the monkey's paw
clutching a rose goblet
containing spiritual cleansing.

I've got a good idea
but bad intentions
and there's enough feculence wrapped in flesh and lies
to make this place feel like Heaven.

Stuffing my mouth with promises and
fallacies
that won't become clear until the
bottle is empty.

I'm washing away all the pain
and the hurt
right?
I'm a man now, risen from the
dirt
right?

I'll put my trust in the siren's call
reaching through the fog to grasp
her by the hair
I fall into the murky bog
beleaguered by strangulating tendrils
wrapping around my frail bones
I feel I'm being pulled under
and I'm all alone
I see their shimmering faces on the surface
distorted
in the reflection
peering into the soul as I
make my descent into the abyss.

Waking up a man with a
battered conscience
Compromise wraps a warm blanket around
me and places coffee between
crusty and brittle fingers
A gentle kiss on my forehead
is the finishing touch
leaving me alone with my baleful torment.

Coming of Age is a charade.

My days are grey, my nights are treacherous
I've spent so long sleeping but paranoid
Too many vices, I chose temperance

Vapid flings give way to the perilous
My slow conversations with life devoid
My days are grey, my nights are treacherous

One edge is straight, a knife, my preference
Trivial suffering makes me avoid
Too many vices, I chose temperance

I've cloaked myself, remain ambiguous
So, in midday, I have tempted the void
My days are grey, my nights are treacherous

No addiction equates to elegance
What is the point in a teen self destroyed
Too many vices, I chose temperance

With depression, I remain decorous
My mind flirts with bloodstains and carcinoids
My days are grey, my nights are treacherous
Too many vices, I chose temperance

i stopped doing drugs because you were the only thing that made me high
now we're just fiction
your mouth is stained on my cheeks, still echoed with a sad goodbye
we're out with the garbage you so angrily tossed
and you're drinking wine
and i'm still lost