A star comes crashing
Through the veil
With each inhale.

Shrouded in
Swathes of grey
Young minds play
The chaos games.

Four letter words
Pill-pressed love
Hazes the fray.

Stumbled thoughts
On sidewalk slivers
Mangled hopes
In Vodka rivers.

Substance maelstrom:
The Kids play on,
Chasing ghosts.

Heads on pavements,
Hearts on death row,
The Thrill claims lives
& fractures souls.

A million times,
the Kids, they die,
Trying so hard
To feel alive.

Into the night
The star-crossed love
Of cold street lights.

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