i'm lying in an alley near death and the sound is about to cloud darkness hanging over me like a shroud they beat and kicked me and screamed those bad words i don't understand anymore (now i'm bleeding from the inside) i'm trying not to think how so many others felt before they died i'm lost in a miasma of agony and a world of pain its hot and it tastes like blood, this rain you take away this agony as i have lain they stomped me and screamed that i was a fag then one stomped me in the stomach and my head began to drag and i felt the light shine upon me i thought it was a cop instead i felt myself and my dilated eyes began to hop i had felt before they left the savage twist of a knife then my eyes closed and i slid into the afterlife.
Reason for writing:
fear
Birth sign: Aries
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