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.

We band together, a few hours a few times a month

forgive, forget, party, live, fuck.

Being teenagers, hormonal wild things.

Take a walk on the dark side,

we’re on the Highway to Hell and the Stairway to Heaven

just Don’t Stop Believin’.