Sweet breath stroke my face,
Bitter wind, the back of mother hand!
Such is life, brutally alive
The void of the blind man,
Remind me of this love…
A Street name carnage desire,
As I watch my shadow slip away….
Back alleys ways fills with zombies.
Feeding on each others carcasses!
Rotten dreams for mortals!
Puppets of destiny, dangling from the hollow true!
May I hold the strings?
To cut free, and watch crashing,
Such pretty creatures, to falls,
Over the gutter, that is my life!!!