Dark cold streets filled with hate,
and tall buildings made of cold slate.
Walls stained with paints from cans,
darkness will never sleep in this land.

Where children cry and live in pain,
where people seem to have gone insane.
Where hurting hands from fighting gangs,
ignore the weak’s despair.

And broken glass hides in the grass to
wait to find its prey.
Of crimson blood to stain is stalks,
to blend with the blood stained streets of grey….

Originally posted at deviantART on November 7th, 2005.

For one of my friends, Swift, based on a request for a story she was writing at the time.

Written when I was 14 years of age.