We all have times we're nothing but a piece of trash blowing in the wind upon this earth.
Sex
Drugs
Hatred, all oozing through our veins wanting to give us a satisfactory of a necessary high we so desire and deserve.
And soon enough, sex, drugs is all nothing and your left with an empty feeling of emptiness. There are times in life that are the best moments in life were you have the one you want by your side, holding your hand, smiling, kissing, laughing with your vicious friends in the back seat to watch yet we don't care. Or when you gaze upon the city from so high and so above that everything seems so small from were your at and the wind just blows you away to the unknown darkness of beauty. Were your true self is leaking inside you, clawing at your bones ready to be released. But you don't wanna show that side of you, your scared, I'm scared. I know the feeling.. I've lived upon it my whole life and soon it because you. But you don't wanna be that person, nobody does.
I take control smiling and laughing like the others upon this mysterious tower that showed my life before my eyes.
I wish he could see, I wish my friends could see that inside I'm suffering.
They're here, now.. With me and I am on top of the beauty of moonlight when realization kicks in. The noises of others sound me, sounds us and we wonder.
Curiosity driving us to see the matter in the equation to find beauty of man and woman hooker taking her top off. She looks upon us to take a pic before we charge down stairs of nothing but more stairs before all disappears into the night of darkness.
My hands are tired behind the kitchen chair before the my hair is cut and my throne is ripped beneath me when the striking words rip beneath the darkness. Silence..
Others are near, near me and I feel safe at the moment. I feel free, relaxed, happy, but sooner or later the feeling comes back.
Things fly in mid air hitting cars, people, laughter rises and happiness fills the air. Drawings appear on my skin of the unknown of things that shouldn't be there or shouldn't happened on the first place. Music rages like my heart in a butterflies wings stroking itself, flying to safety.
In the end though the wolves howl towards the moonlight and adrenaline runs through our veins because right now We are Notorious
We are savages running through the night.
