I walk through empty alleys most my life, br Running fingertips gently over these icy walls. br They whisper stories of the history behind the scenes, br Explain how streets contain chambers of lies br And when the world runs by through hopes and dreams.... br The black spot behind the red drape in society comes crumbling down br br In silence.... br Or ignorance? ? br br A tomb for most, br Caused by drug related mishaps. br A training course for the mentally disturbed... br A vampires first prey, br Or a cloaked superhero’s secrets... br Where reality becomes insanity br It’s not the age that kills a man, br but perhaps a heart that darkens over the years br growing bitter because when you were in trouble people kept walking... br br And the guilt for begging seems smaller br and the loose change slowly decreases to where you br feed on rats and body parts to live... br You become cannibal, br Eating yourself to survive, br Curling into a ball changing positions br hoping a couple more hits br will get you through the cold and winter nights.... br br The wounds that inflict you Freeze, br It slowly turns to ice... br Even on summer days you are tapping yourself, br trying to break from the prison.... br br Until the cold freezes time itself and you simply die.... br You die so easy... br Gave up.... br No survivors.... br br The world moves just as smoothly, br Passed the darks spots br I still walk through these paths, br Because it reminds me who I am.... br And.... br br Because I don’t have a home anymore...