You listen to the vibrations of the music bursting in your ears, while

Only chugging down one more drink of toxin and hallucinating funny creatures that don’t

Live in reality’s eyes, but infuses your hazy mind with hysterical high laughter. And

Once your brain feels like mushy oatmeal dripping down your spine, you take another huff.




Got really twisted. YOLO



You press your larcenous lips against her neck and trace her body like she’s

Only a wrapped gift without the beat of blood beneath her paper skin that must

Live with the blissful surprise that you don’t plan to stay

Once the grey light bleeds from the window into the charcoal corners.




Got a girl pregnant. YOLO



You try to fill your hands full of shattered shards of your soul since you believe you

Only need a veil to hide your sorrow, refusing to rebuild a broken beauty because while you

Live nothing matters beyond two steps in front of your escape from the truth because

Once the path ends you simply turn around and start over.





Got stuck in the moment and threw out tomorrow. YOLO