Break

Star gazer
Bully hazer
Spirit talker
Coal walker
Soul of black
Sold on crack
Bright red bleeder
Wound healer
Barely out-running
Those are are gunning
for this life.
Of mine.

Demons glowing
Behind eyes, knowing
how to rig the game
of truth vs pain.
Bending time
Falling in line
with the bellows
of the fallen fellows
who can not see day;
their eyes are gone.
I took them.

Opinions thrust
in place of trust
by the homeless faces
who frequent the seedy places
where even the brave
become the slaves
to the lure of death
and the promise
of the end.