Dark Streets

Walking down the street on a dark, lonely night.
Junkies in the shadows indigenous to the landscape and I just can't escape.
Needles on the floor, heads hung low.
Dark circles eating away at the eyes of self proclaimed victims.
Warm puddles of liquids unknown.
Time lost in the abyss of existence and I still don't know your name.
Clinging to reality with a fingernail never understanding the cross you had to bare.
Babies left in blood baths washed away by street cleaners on Tuesday mornings. Coughing up cigarette butts from the night before.
The smell of moist garbage fills my nose as I heave whiskey flavored stomach acid into my throat...
But I digress
Grime covering my body, waterproofed sludge that seems to grow in thickness. Breathing getting heavy another orgasm sold.
Trucks rolling over my brain, spinal fluid on the floor.
And I'm pretty sure after all this shit
I
Don't
Want
You
Anymore