Angels.

Angels. Running through the streets, mascara running down our beautiful eyes drenching our school shirts. Crying for all the broken hearts of the degenerated beauty queens, barely even fifteen. We had skipped school again and it was worth it. Down to the beach and off come our shirts, out comes the liquor. In our black tiny bras we dance in the waves, the freedom came here or riding in cars with boys, bad boys…they were the good ones. Jumping out the windows and sneaking out into the beautiful nights, filling our veins with the exhilarating comforting drugs our best friend. Driving around the city at midnight, crazy and wild the only way we know. Pressing my face against the cold window of the car vision so blurry from heavy drug use. A beauty queen has just lost her innocence that barely existed before, his hand squeezes my inner thigh. The only love I’ve ever received. He’s so old I’m so young, but it’s a free world. Deadly love, deadly sins. The angels meet every night and sneak back into their beds right after. Lost to the happenings of the night. The taste of real life. It’s all about love and the crystal meth and then the fun starts. Drinking our worries and pain away. Sharing our bodies and minds with beautiful strangers, little Lolitas. The fun never ended. Standing on the banks of the dark lake, barely any stars out that night. And ugly night. A broken hearted angel. Tear stained face, black with mascara. Big beautiful eyes staring into the water deciding if this is the end. Shared her body and it’s over now. Unbearable pain. It hurts worse every time and the walls get higher everytime. Back to the dark paradise. The happiness begins. The angels stick together, a generation of broken hearted queens. So beautiful and so lost. Running through the streets in the beautiful nights, clad in revealing garments. So much fun.