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“MARATHON OF DEMONS”


here I am again standing with 
the lonely, the shattered, 
the children of the night.
the possibilities are gone, 
the building of the 
structures is gone. Gould for 
the moment is silent, the 
demons of paranoia silenced, 
the hope to hear I love you 
too, silenced. just run 
through this Hell Eddie, run 
through it and you’ll look 
back and laugh just like all 
those other times you did. 
stay awake until you see what 
isn’t there, walk the city 
until you can’t feel your 
legs anymore. avoid the 
crowds and find the darkest 
of corners for your isolation 
at night, the gods will watch 
over you. no one can 
understand why the small 
amount of money in your 
pocket is worth a thousand.
the nights will remember the 
smoke from your cigarettes;
the drink will enslave your 
pain and the air from the 
midnight breeze will soothe 
your insanity. 
your ass is safe on the 
streets but never forget, 
they are the streets for a 
reason. you must watch each 
step out in the playground, 
it could be a pleasure or 
your last. each step, like 
each choice, will alter the 
tears you cry.


By: Chicano Eddie
8-26-2016

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