There are nights when the moon never escapes the sky. The air is muggy and full of breathe, nights like these are always forgotten in the mix of booze, drugs, and friends. Nights were time stops and all stress and frustration are cast aside. Where to be with one another is simply bliss and the time spent and shared are never the same, but always feel like the best. The beams of moonlight strike the faces of people entangled in dance. Loving, living, breathing not for anyone else but those around them and the freedom of life. Why can't every night be like this, lost amongst friends and familiar faces.
a interjection of ones own struggle :
Lights come down and trap me again, encircling overhead
Lost in sight
WHERES MY HEAD ? pieces pulling out against the dark
The heart the weapon
The eyes the scope
the mouth the bullet
3..
2...
1....
HEARTBREAK
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