Everyone's a component within a system; a slave to the System.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
She places my hands onto her hips as she holds onto my arms
She guides me to the dance floor
Where countless brainless Zombies
Hypnotically move their fragile bodies
She drags my lifeless corpse to the center of them all
Red flashing strobe lights pounding out my brain
The acid in my system quickens the time; the stroboscopic effect causes the world to fall behind…
Alex Cross, The Taste of Red.
 
 
A shining bright red lip stick
Painted perfectly over her luscious, full lips…
Alex Cross, The Taste of Red.
 
 
1:21 A.M. and The World is at a stand still
It started as I lay on the floor
It was wet, cold, and smelled of shit, piss and crack addicts
The party was a glorified bore
And the bathroom was my salvation
It resembled a white padded room
I laid there, my body numb
The floor felt like a cloud
Only because I was high
Several bleeding holes in my arms
And a pool of blood sliding down the floor’s drain
A small syringe needle still stuck in my vein
The lights were flickering because the bulbs were dying
Resemblance to the people in this club
And the drug related seizures…
Alex Cross, The Taste of Red.
 
 
the past is gone. you can’t get it back. the future is a mystery, it’s unknown and it may not even exist, all you know you have for sure is now. right now is all you have.