Another day of life, I was drifting off in thought but I cant escape this nightmare very long.
Young girls flag the johns who troll the block in circles, waiting for their moment to take the plunge.
All of us crossing paths.
Were all in the same place but it seems were living in parallel worlds.
I try to imagine the predators stinking breath, his body against mine, the foulness when hes spent.
All of us passing by.
Somewhere in the alleys of our minds we all have our secret worlds.
Some are haunted by memories, some have an impulse to be cruel, and theyre watching intently to see who they can use.
You dont know whos a freak, and on this street theyre out here lurking all the time.
Amidst the swirling snow I saw a friend out jonesing and cold, she was pacing and waiting alone for an unknown.
I guess that life has taken its toll. The vultures circle close.
At any moment we might slip and fall. The jackals are waiting, waiting for us all.