The streetlights dim as he walks by
Ill intent hangs in the air, hangs in the night
Hangs with the moon, dull, low and red
Shining down against blue and black glow overhead
Through empty streets and alleys to the sea
Out to the tracks where the river meets
Flipping a coin, walking tie to tie
A hardened broken man with a pusher's pride
Waits on his sale, man of the cloth
Father on a bend and on the outs with God
And out of the dark, a glowing cigarette
"I'll take what you got man, I got it bad"
"How does it feel and what is it like to know the end is near?
To lose all you love
Your veins turned to dust, you spend your days in fear?"
"How does it feel?"
"How does it feel?"
Priest pulls him in
Flashes a knife
where
walks
walking
waits
tracks
thing
flesh
knife
flashes
empty
covering
thick
against
spend
flipping
between
father
blood
turned
trying
teenager
glowing
happened
death
pulls
sullen
hangs
confess
hands
bleed
broken
cloth
intent
hardened
light
through
pride
little
meets
became
streetlights
western
night
overhead
streets
black
priest
tenement
reason
river
shining
veins
cigarette
released
should
spilled
alleys
there
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