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I say first things first
For even a zombie needs his life now
And over a dead man’s chest
I shirk my
Clandestine of affairs somehow….
To this day, the deadliest of my dream comes haunting me down
And I look over my shoulder
To search for an escape downtown…
The street under the bridge is filled with
Frightening looking things
For even my fleshy sunken face
Flinches in pain…
Tip-toed, I moved ahead a bit too farther
On the dark crap laden street
Washing my hands off my seedy past sheets...
The dimly-lit street was
Coarse but, just fine
Dead but, just alive
Roasted but, ever so raw
Rotten but, Yet so preserved
Zoning in and zoning out,
I looked for my henchmen behind
But turning back, I see nobody behind
For I took pride in my own false snide…
From better to bitter, my relationships seems to stale away in this horrendous dark night
For I see my demise no matter if it
Was just a chance ride….
