Ave. C., pulls taught,
straining with every sharp, piercing breath.
Dark alleys, become the womb for harsh blows,
Boom Boom Boom.
Quick and in rapid succession.
A long, dimly lit, and musty smelling hallway,
bears witness to the newly born,
spewed out in frenetic bursts.
Darting, wary eyes confront and menace.
Fear is sliced with the razors edge
of a chromed stiletto.
Hypodermic needles litter the walkways,
and smile with devilish delight.
Seduction is sweetened with haunting intrigue.
Trust is a commodity which is preciously guarded,
and seldom if ever extended.
Loneliness borders AMOK
while deceit breeds hate.
Hate of ones self and of others,
interweaving succesive generations
in self-destructive expression.
Escape is the price of the ride.
All or nothing is written on the daily menu as desolation tantalizingly seduces with simple