I drive passed you everyday. Sometimes multiple times a day. Never can I pass you without being taken back to a very different time in my life. A time when your bright lights seemed to light my life. I knew that in my times of darkness I could seek refuge in you, because you were always there. Always there to quench my thirst. To watch me. To see how pretty of a smile I could fake. A place where I could let my demons play. Funny how those lights still shine so bright, even though they are dull and empty. You hold nothing but empty promises. And it's funny no matter how dark my vision became, I could always find my way to you. I would go to any length to get to you. You neon signs are nothing but an empty glass filled with electricity. A life that will soon burn out. And so will my desire to go to you.