House of gold

A place of escape,to forget everything.To discard of trashed memories and make new ones.A safe house for teenagers like you and i,we hide,we play.We cry.
We find comfort in each others sadness and jealousy in people's happiness.They call us sick and twisted,messed up minds of modern society.But we are simply normal,the average living of today's world.Parading are flaws like high earned meddles is what we do best.Our eyes glow with mischief as the burning fires dance under the stark moonlight.

The house of gold is what we call our refuge,our safe place to not hide but be our true selves,they say we are all broken but truthfully they envy our ability to see more of the word.The thin,sheet-like layers are visible in our eyes.They don't know what we are capable of,neither do we.So we travel from far distances to seek answers to our never solved questions,we run to the house of gold begging for help.