The Gentlemen
I’ve wandered down these cold and lonely streets…littered with trash… newspapers.. magazines… empty cans….. All blowing through these streets with me, tossing…. Turning.. blown from one corner to the next….all of us the only remnants of a world now dead….
The beating inside my chest…the pain of my heavy breathing …. The sound of my cries….my only proof that im still alive…. These tears weren’t meant for one man alone… my eyes seem to channel the tears of those now long gone… Only I know these are all my own… My punishment for forgetting the sound of your voice…..
