DOOMED DREAMS(*^*%#**)

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….