Friday, November 23, 2012

Lava

"Hurt me with truth, but never comfort me with lies"

I like the night life
Scratch that I live for the night life
I love how cities come alive and people come together
Dead streets engrossed by affects of spirits
Bring to life souls en-caged by bodies
When you're alone you find freedom
Through sleep escaping to another world
Whether it be euphoria through madness 
Or tragedy in romanticizing reality
Fleeing from present moments and what they exude
The reality of what may gnaws away at your entity

Night life
Tormenting in the form of insomnia
As lava, taunting you to seep over the edge
Trickling careless as if its consequences were 
As lightning, passing in a moment, simply a flash
The line that's drawn between insanity and mediocracy 
Fading as I grab my jacket, you grab my hand 
No looks back we are carefree
Into the night, we'll be alright

"We put our glass to the sky and lift up
And live tonight 'cause you can't take it with ya
So raise a pint for the people that aren't with us
And live tonight 'cause you can't take it with ya"


*Macklemore, Irish

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