Sometimes addiction becomes temptation sitting on my tongue, like the man in the moon, calling a brotherhood like something I've never known because that's the only thing I can trace back to my loneliness, I am solitude born from cracked streets and dark allied trailer parks filled with kick backs that take back illuminating lungs, Inhale your first time and cough up restless flickering lights that have been searching in the wrong depths of this midnight town, Drink until the lasting shimmers become blurred by shadowed friendships, Then wave your hand in front of your face to see if it really worked, Never another look of discomfort from the people you wanted to become, because now you are the darkness you sought, This blackhole's camouflage means relinquishing your halo to drugs or anything else that sees a dim future,Not just once, but long enough to become the embodiment of society, Of experience, Of fitting in, Long enough to realize you conquered your demons by becoming them, This is what the rumors of our fathers' legacies have carried through each puff of smoke, And Moonlit children, the outcasts to a hollow universe asking nothing of their presence because wrecking what should have been damaged years ago just seems desperate, This is why I sometimes want to swallow nightmares like its freedom, but only in front of a crowd, So the same story laces the ears of everyone watching like I am tradition born from cracked streets and dark allied trailer parks, Raising hell in the left pocket of my back pack seeking the next flickering light, Like nothing has ever been different from this moment, Like I was born into a ghetto life, Like I belong to the ouija that flew addiction to the moon, One hit and you're living in the night soaring from the expectations of a street lamp into letting go, Sometimes I wish l would be the next one in the campfire circle and say yes, every time, to translucence so I too could belong to infinite, Don't you think the stars feel trapped, By every watching eye that grasps hold of untouched veins like their purity is a demand and as they begin to fall the wishes fight harder to make a "good kid" follow the path to success when all they really wanted was to be loved by the daylight instead of waiting until dawn to become the mannikins of tonight, Being part of the majority, however, means a charcoal heart beating for its next dosage, and I only want the experience of flying once, because I've been isolated in space by who I'm supposed to be my whole life, Sometimes I wonder what it's like to straddle the ying-yang without reading my criticism off the faces of the earth, Maybe if I was addicted wondering wouldn't feel like criticism from an aerial shot moving from beside the speed of our shadows like I am an eclipse, If I was addicted it would be to letting go, and the darkness says that's not a coincidence