The Lifestyle

Gunning out of our respective homes,
my right hand and I set out on the town.
Pure clouds and blue skies soon meet darkness when we arrive.
Its the lifestyle;
our joy and our pride.

You only live once they say, so
we make sure we are always the last ones standing.
After all the drinks are gone and people's parents start calling their babies back to the den,
we're still raging the party at full throttle.
To travel this world,
you only need a half tank and working cellphone.
You never know who you'll see next out here.
I swear its beautiful some nights.
Its the lifestyle we're accustomed to.
You treat her right and she'll make you a king under silhouettes and starry nights.
As long as you swore sleep an enemy,
everything would be ok.
We were kissed by temptresses and hailed as "Lords of the Ping Pong Table".
It was always a great time because we always made it the right time.
Little did we know,
oh how little did we know.

There was no end to those eternal nights.
Even when the sun was out,
we lusted for the nightlife.
Our empire grew to become a demon,
and we in turn became its monsters.
People weren't able to separate "it" and "us".
We were one now.
My love only heard stories about the beast, although that wasn't me.
Temptresses changed to clinging annoyances;
we had to plan around them,
learning how to love others without either side finding out.
I cant tell you if we were happier without "it".
We learned a lot from it,
we lost a lot from it.

It was the lifestyle.
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I just had to dedicate an entry to my lifestyle.
Losing, winning, and tying.
Thats all it ever is.
It makes me sick though sometimes.
I lost someone special to it.
Cya Mel.

Later Days