Bad poetry

[Shucklak]

I walk the streets tonight, by my own existance desecrating the human form

Marveling with hatred at the subtle interplay of pale white and neon blue light upon black fabric and blood stained suede.

Peering from behind smoke and desperate apathy into the heart of urban decay.

Death can't touch me because I am not afraid, and life cant touch me because I reject it and light my candle behind a wall.

I am untouchable and I walk these alleys and streets and lots untouchable.

Stuff dollar bills into my pockets, send me on my way, I will shatter my own reflection.

 

[on the road]

Death can't touch me because I am not afraid, and life cant touch me because I reject it and light my candle behind a wall.

this is true a junkies life is like limbo.