Turn the corner Throw some stones Down this road I'll walk alone If you see him walking Just run away Or you won't live Another day Shades of red On the streets Signs that life Is very bleak Trash everywhere With each turn Trash cans filled With fires that burn In the distance I hear the gunshot In an alley A dead man rots Trail of bvlood Dark and red Lead to a girl Raped and dead Under a newspaper An old man sleeps Down the road A little child weeps Broken windows Shattered dreams Everything breaks At the seams
Reason for writing:
not finished
Birth sign: Pisces
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