Nyx
Nyx,
Party Hard Darlin,
Beads, covered the cement and trash. It made the grotesque seem appealing. We were all infatuated with its tunes and jams that emitted from the ground.
The scent of Aphrodite and flowers filled the air. Our feet gave out once or twice.
No matter how many times, my other half and I busted our asses.
We always picked each other up
The goddess of wax and wane
Take away my torment and pain
and just, like that
We dusted ourselves off
The music never stopped and it never will
To save the monstrous behavior of the youth
She is our saving grace
let the good times roll
I felt a silent ring rise up in me and the city looked as it never did before.