25 August 2012
Evil images flash before my miserable grey eyes My straight choppy blonde hair sticks to my filthy face Torn clothes cling to my icy flesh Crimson cuts and purple bruises crisscross my pale skin
Dirty people in old clothes sit hopelessly in dark cold alleys Tears tumble down withered cheeks Rubbish litters the rough alley in ripped black bags Diseased cats slither through stone passages Fierce dogs bark savagely to the woeful world Jagged teeth flash in the dim light
I used to have it all It went so wrong
Alone • Opuss № I