This isn't just Science Projects & Energy Drinks

I remember a few years back for our Science Project me & my friend were going to compare energy drinks to see which was the best. Five of us gathered at my friends house. There was five types of energy drinks and five people. Each person would get a drink and keep a log of the effects. At least that's what we had planned. One thing lead to another and we ended up pouring all the drinks into a large red bowl. We passed it around taking gulps of the concoction. Needless to say it was disgusting, yet none of us stopped drinking; we even made more. We began racing through the neighborhood, climbing trees, sneaking into our old elementary school and climbed onto the roof, we even tried to chase cars but that didn't really work out. I remember feeling a rush. And my heartbeat. It was beating so fast. I thought I could feel my blood rushing through my viens faster and faster. It scared me, but I was having fun. It started getting dark out so we raced back to my friends house & made more "punch" as we called it. We didn't drink much of it this time. We all felt nauseous. I laid on her cold wood floor trying to relax but I just wanted to barf. When my mom picked me up she asked how the project was going. I thought and said "It's making progress."
When I got home I felt the "punch" wearing off. I became jittery, I refused to eat for fear of vomiting, & my hands and legs were trembling. I was afraid to walk or even stand because my legs were so unstable. Then I thought back to how this all started. We had the best intentions.
I think that's what defines us, me & my friends. We have the best intentions. We intend to do good, try our best, and get things accomplished. But then things happen and we don't realize what we're doing, or if it's right or wrong, or the effects it'll have. We get carried away in the moment and before we know it we're on the cold bathroom floor trying not to vomit. And this isn't just Science Projects and Energy Drinks. We do things like this all the time.
Good intentions aren't good enough. The follow through. That's what we're missing. That's what we need. The follow through.

It's a little cold in our hell tonight.

It's a little cold in our hell tonight. We like it hot. Burning hot. We enjoy the heat. It invigorates us. Swallows us whole. Makes us go mad. Then we get lost in wild things. Roam in woods. Jump in lakes. Swim in fire. Talk to strangers. We shed blood not tears. Refuse to look both ways before we cross any street. We follow the winds that call our names. Set things on fire. We'd set the world on fire if we didnt have to live in it. Blow up ant piles. We watch after stray dogs, but we never keep pets. Us and our bloodshot eyes we do not sleep at night. We do not sleep at all. We are the dreamers dreamers dream of. We write and carve on walls and wood. We do not speak ill. If we speak at all. The haunts of men haunt us too. We travel throught the dark and do strange things in the midnight sun. Through this all and more we have the thought and yes we know our mothers would be ashamed.