The universal language of tears has captured the hearts,lives,and souls of many...it makes them break down,let their fake plastic outside wax melt away and reveal the true emotions that were always burning inside

The puddles of blood that cascade down wounds prove that we're all human,or atleast we think we all are.The ruby juice holds our life in it's hands.

The beads of sweat that soak our material clothes have the pain or joy that we are experiancing at that moment.The hard labor,or the running away,or the slamming against pale bodies to the rythmic beat we call our music,or the grinding against our lovers. Its pushing ourselves to the extreme.

But nothing captures it more than words,other then the actually feeling.

On a cold bitter night the lightpoles glow with a flaming intensity and the cigarette smoke swirls against the pale moon,they intertwine.You cough up a bit of a mixture of sweet saliva and thick blood and spit it onto the cratored concrete.A lover twirls you around and gently places his lips on yours.They fit so perfect.You fit so perfect.You can kiss his forhead and taste the dropletts of sweat that he has from pounding away at his drums at the same rate that both of your hearts beat. He wraps an arm around your waist and as he holds you tight, you take a quick glance into those deeply rich eyes and see the dew of a tear forming.He knows what you are thinking,how you feel,and he feels the same.This love feels too good to last.We are too perfect.

Fuck off.