I stare at the screen when it's all snowy and fuzzy
I try to read it
it's a lot like staring at a face
I was never good at it
I try to decipher the message,
it tells me to, over and over again,
it doesn't want me to stop, to ignore everybody that
thinks that I'm crazy,
it wants me to know that I am the only one,
that nobody understands
it tells me to strike

The city is severed into sections of ally and street

it's like a waffle, only

instead of syrup running,

it's blood.

From the inside:

that ghetto basketball court that once entertained

man and boy alike,

the gutter that emitted the smell, you know the one,

the statue of the person that you don't' know who the hell it is and that birds have

insulted for years,

the installment of a cop, who is not a man but an instrument,

a discarded needle,

homeless, in body and mind

its' all there, ready to step into

It's like driving through the desert
only it's at night and there is this pillar of light that is spilling out on to the
road in front of you, it's mesmerizing how it reflects off of the lines painted. you increase your speed to attempt to catch it but it only seems to get further away
I was once told that we must live our lives honestly;
however, I think it's just enough to have a little faith

If I could just make you feel