Devious Journal Entry

We grew up in graves, nicotine kids playing a game of 6 feet under. Hide and seek with the demons we claim to not keep, drinking twice our body weight to drown out our lurking needs. The vitamins turned to drugs, there is no man coming in a cape. Heathens and Whores always wanting a taste. We swallowed the rich kids dreams but with a broke bitches hunger, always finding aspiration but with no thunder. Weekend Warriors but with no substance. Gun to our heads but we aren't away we are pulling the trigger.