Streets Of Battles

Written by: Ali Matheny

Asking if we will ever see our parents again.
This alleys are getting colder.
For these bones are growing older.
With the maggots that lie on my shoulder.
I will never accomplish my plans.
Instead I will just kick this old brown can.
For these baby blue skies are turning devilish black.
These nails are clawing my back,
And make me bl**d