The moon draws a spotlight
Down upon rampant industry of the night.
Pharmaceuticals trade hands like a lover's kiss connects.
Teenage angst cries in desperation,
"If i could do it all again..."
Ensnared by the coincidental,
The dreams of youth have been left to rot.
The young man listens with circumspection to the walls,
Speaking in tongues so foreign
Delirium is recalled.
Thinking, out with the old.
Yellow and blue to keep him sane.
Sinuses explode like Hydraulics void of Oxygen.
To his head, with hidden messages,
Or to the floor with seizures.
The man in black is singing
Requiems of life to be lived ahead.
Six feet seems so much deeper through the eyes of the living
A choice to be made by a prodigal son,
To spare a mourning mother.
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