Truth

We are the disparaged youth, and we will haunt your streets. We are an art form at its best. We were created, inevitably to be in a permanent state of oblivion. We were once lost, we may still be lost, and for some, we will not be found. We do not care for the cost of others, only the profit of ourselves. We are all around. Try to get away from us, do you dare? Above your eyelashes, underneath your cuticles, between the crevices in your skin, you cannot escape.