Stained Monochrome Wings

The Bros

03-14-13

All my friends, all my Bros

we all open the scars while

hiding from one another,

afraid of feeling, afraid of being insecure.

Covering insecurities with Brotherhood.

Joining together the social rejects,

the fucked up, the sad, the lonely, the heartbroken,

the abused;

the raped of mind, body or soul

Or all of the above.

We’re a society of alike background, alike feelings.