Purge

Purge. She's my only real girl. She sticks around no matter what I do. But she's such a bitch, haha, but thats why I love her. There's that sort of warm embracing feeling to the summer air. Its night but if you close your eyes and dream of the sun you'de beleive it was day. There's nothing like the feel of leather on your skin, it feels so natural, so welcoming. Wake up now, let us dance! The Sodium arcs light our way! These hidden streets are embracing and familiar but they simply wont do tonight. We only dance on a grander stage. When you sit alone in the middle at just the right time it looks like it goes clear off the edge of the universe, there's such an expanse here. All the other dancers have gone home. But its ok, we only like to dance by ourselves. My heart thuds, we sit motionless. Sometimes if you listen carefully it speaks, only fools and dead men dont listen. I pull her close, I trust her but my heart never quite approves. The warm night air tries to steal me away for a private dance. We politely refuse as our thoughts begin to fade. She begins to sing her most beautiful of ballads, its one of passion and purpose. I pull her closer as our surrounding blur into nothingness. But I want more and she is always willing. The world around me is pulled and torn apart. There is nothing. My ankles are locked, my heart is shuddering and a smile has grown on my face. And I was in such a bad mood before.