Sweet breath stroke my face,

Bitter wind, the back of mother hand!

Such is life, brutally alive

Children’s minds…


The void of the blind man,

Remind me of this love…

A Street name carnage desire,

As I watch my shaddow slip away….


Back alleys ways fills with zombies.

Feeding on each others carcasses!

Rotten dreams for mortals!

Puppets of destiny, dangling from the hollow true!


May I hold the strings?

To cut free, and watch crashing,

Such pretty creatures, to falls,

Over the gutter, that is my life!!!




Author's Notes/Comments: 

a deserve slap never hurt anyones

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