the side streets of pain
by: mg
drowning myself in ironic tragedy, i remember the darkness, yes, i remember. the heat tickled at my feet, as if to offer pleasant sensation, but it only burned.
it only burned.
there's an emptiness I feel in my head, near my temple, a void that only a loaded pistol could fill.
I'm so free to pull the trigger, how dare I assume my guardian angel cares.
This is living. Sitting here, next to this rusty dumpster, smelling the rotted corpses of fish and meat, the stars overhead, sadly peering down onto me, the moon forever disappeared into the sky. an alleyway of destruction, a sidestreet of pain, the wet pavement cutting into my legs.
a spark plug of insanity fires away at my skull...
yes, that truly was living.
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©2001 mg
