Walking through the alleys, its dark and wet.
Words they spoke of me, ill never forget.
Hard drops of water, like the feeling of slaughter.
I hope you never become like me, my son or daughter.
As I cross the street, I remember our eyes used to meet.
They used to keep me sane. but now nothing can, not even the rain.
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 6:42 AM UTC
Walking through the alleys, its dark and wet.
Words they spoke of me, ill never forget.
Hard drops of water, like the feeling of slaughter.
I hope you never become like me, my son or daughter.
As I cross the street, I remember our eyes used to meet.
They used to keep me sane. but now nothing can, not even the rain.
