• eclecticvision 23w

    There is an alley hidden inside a town
    Where beggars and drunks gather around
    To share tales of their once grand life
    Before they ended stuck in this strife.

    I walk these streets when the sun goes down
    I the bear dirt upon me, wearing it like a crown
    The smell of decay I inhale
    To remind myself, that I'm just as frail.