Waving my tattered coat among the waves of anger that floods past me. I surrendered before this even began. homeless lullabies filtered though my sleep the screams and echoes of a singular piece of lead silencing others.
But the azure bleed cerise on the pavement. Taking identities of fallen heroes, never questioning but shaded beyond morals. A tide was crashing upon the pavement of society.
There didn't seem to be a life of Black & White. but the fact that I seemed to be less of worth than others pigment. I held my tattered coat visible to those who where dressed as if for war. I was the first causality of the night, hands up in surrender