My first poem

We live in a generation
Consumed by our pleasures and distracted by our faults.
our drugs control our life
and our decisions control the high
we cry rivers of black in moments of pain,
forgetting the days of pleasure.
the stereo blasts, the music plays.
We continue on and forget a time
where love conquered all
and rock & roll was life
Because the guitar doesn’t screech
as loud as it used to
And the drums don’t bang
as much as we want
Fake that smile, but when the music stops
the aviators won't hide the pain in your eyes for long.

poetry sometimes make the best lyric, I think this is one. enjoyed this work. Lane