Those kids who were... cool

What I aspired to be- to transcend

From awkward chubby ginger, to some kinda

Myth

 

The bankings

A wash of denim, cheap cider and flowering pheromones

Trains no longer passed, but

Away from prying eyes, and Stringers finest

The juggernaut of youth still ploughed through

 

Faceless passed me a bottle

Faithless I sank, and swigged at full throttle

That flow of Red knew no bounds

 

Each sweet, sweet drop rushed passed my virginal lips

Igniting fires I did not know could burn

 The hazy, heady sensation of intoxication

The confidence

Captured my being

 

I kissed the devil

And slipped her the tongue

Pulled in her tightly, though I knew it was wrong

With passion more vibrant than any mortal woman

First she took my hand, caressed me in her bosom

 

 

Faustian damnation

She took my mind, heart and soul

She took my potential

She took my future