The Dark Alley

It is a dark world they inhabit, dark and filled with a flood of blood. Many bodies lay entangled, red and dark. Confused with the creator, The mighty fellow who made them, so small and useless, having a heart which bled, a flood of blood. Men came at night, some during the day Looking for love, in this well of blood, this land of the dead, of unconscious self, the engulfing dark, limbs entwined left to decay amid the lying money The ghost of past women, recapturing mythology, an ambience of dread This frightening flood of the blood, sucking and leeching away the soul, The psychic inheritance of the ego, the dark near dead experience.