of rain and that lonely city sound.
You know that one that seems to tell you your all alone
in a big sea of people.
She lit a cigarette and observed the noisy streets,
and the eroded sky sulking low.
It was an unstable grey, teasing her repetively,
like it always had.
Each day seemed to grow more distant from the last,
Nothing could define reality from this perminent daydream.
Charcoled streets and that unmistakable struggle to breath,
like the stench of burning flesh.
That driving thought that this is what its come to.
The familarity made her sick.
Crooked at the curb, a filthy drunk begging for not life but a drink.
Another sequence, another person.
Her shoes tapped agasint the shattered concrete as she crept over,
diseased with curiousity.
She looked vacantly into the mans sunk-in face, creases underneith,
looked as if his head could bairly contain his eyes.
"Lets see." she sternly commanded her machine like it was working for her.
Still formally dressed from work, she reached into her clean coat pocket,
revealing a little black switch blade.
The knife shawn with extravagance, as the man caught its gleam
in his wretched old eyes.
She drove the blade into the mans expired left eye socket,
carlessly twisting it further.
The mans withered voice let out a crackled yelp,
drowned out by rain.
He seemed so scared and confused to know what was happening.
"How disgusting." she muttered under her breath.
Blood poured over the street, seeping into the rusted drain,
simultaneously with the rain water.
She lit another cigarette as she walked down the abandoned street
into the lonely city.