At Play In the Devil's Playground

Daylight rises, filthy rags, ' in the corner', of my room. I smell a stench in the air. What has become of me. thinking back of yesteryears. Used to be a time when i was young. living fast and free. Times are a changing. those golden years long gone. Death has a way of dragging you downtown. Excuse me now, the devil has called me to play in his playground. Darkness falls. Sirens blare, helicopters overhead. I pull my hoody up. Is a very chilly night in the devils playground.