The streets- in only a few words described,
‘Tis yet paralyzed with smiles and cries.
The streets-
One-man army.
Followed but yet, alone-
‘Tis only at home, where you’re not alone- that nobody gets
Left behind.
‘tis beautiful; life.
Though not for those whose is cut short-
Punished in ways that cannot be repaid
And only the bad thoughts are remembered.
Steal a healthy oil burner without the hard cash
That is hustled by the snout.
Bloodstream adrenaline; pain is irrelevant-
Head home for the feeling that you aren’t
Left behind.
Practically realizing that
Life and pain
Is why your life was designed.
The streets- in only a few words described…
Walk-fight-live-
Die…
Until thou becomes alone either way; to feel as though-
Life- is left behind.
Weekend Update
15 years ago
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