To have the stars show us we’re not alone. To almost say, how come we’re so prone to the defects of life, but not shown as any rejects. To suffer a pain we lack towards others and respect out brothers while ignited with a spark.  Our veins shall fill with blood filling our head like a flood leaving each other speechless and unable to say how come I feel as if I’m a stray

To have emotion followed by a rule and understand life is more than just standing a stool. Knowing left from right and right from wrong and feel what’s not right tends to be an enjoyable bite. Causing my muscles to become tight and my veins begin to drain, and leave a stain to remind me of a time when being insane didn’t even feel tame. While you have disgraced your name and realize there is another who feels the same. Even though our hot coals are on a separate train.