Of Great Ruin

The cold night with the lights shining in the city it’s a good time when everyone looks pretty. Bottle breaking smoke swapping cops cracking. The night is young like I was, inevitably invincible like the immature mind produces an unnatural high. Searching wanting lusting, for the things that keep on burning. The juvenile exposure built my mind yet pruned it of it’s innocence and doubled it’s experience. Bathroom sleeping tequila snatching bloodied fists. The atmosphere darkens the attitudes sharpen and lives are finally ruined. Rome wasn’t built in a day but after it’s demise, it’s walls were never the same. Now the uncontrolled has sought control from the dangers that plague the world she once lived in. The consequences so hard to burden that every place is hard to stand in. The bitter sweet memories still fresh that I can see them, but they stay hidden in my mind as if satan condemned them.