the smoke lingerd in the air, and beer was a heavy smell... i always come here, i see a man... in the coner he dewlls... never saying a word.. just drinking and watching... dreaming of a life... he lost here... he's always there.. traped in his nightmare.... going silently insane... hes old and grey.. a dreary sight... of a child who never came.. a wife who left... and a father that beat.. a mother that cryed... and died in these streets... he stabbed her 176 times.. with out a choise... i walk over to him.. my opinion i will voice... i sit down.. i oder my drink... i tell hm that life can be better than he thinks... he looks at me with his matalic red eyes... the only thing he says to me... everything good has died look at the world the pain its cause childern beatin just because love is lost hope ran away never to return and nobody will be punsed and never will they learn... i look at him in horor.... and close my eyes... i tell him hope is here and love is found... that everybodys punished and everybody soon learns.. on the day they die youll see soon.. he stands up in a rage and guns me down... i fall to the floor and die with my breath the last sound ... so now i watch each and everyday... the old man sits... and drinks the day away... the smells are the same the smoke never gone.. and then i realize.... he was right and i was wronge...

h34r: I dont know what the f**k this is i guess its a poem peice of sh*t story ...but im sooo bored right now..