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Author: Jude Boi
Fiction Rated: T - English - Tragedy/Angst - Published: 10-07-08 - Updated: 10-07-08 - Complete - id:2581148
A song broke the silence, some deranged soul's strange baritone voice

A song broke the silence, some deranged soul's strange baritone voice.

"This street we walk upon..."

A black hearted beast...

"The corner full of piss and fear..."

A heart filled with joy at the merciless surroundings sang such a song.
Unaffected by the cold and dark, this creature strode
with outright contempt for world of optimism and purpose.
Dirty people filled with dirty thoughts, making dirty noises
committed dirty acts in the alleys and the back ways.
The sounds of their ecstasy and pain, it was something else.

"Please, dude, leave me alone, I got kids... OOF!"

"Oh god, fuck yeah... ah, hey baby not so hard, will ya? God..."

The punks, the drunks, the fucks and the faggots.
Pills and chills and thrills... everything to make
your world go up down, and fucking fast around.

The beast kept walking despite itself.

"Reflection," it thought, these nightly walks were it's meditation on the scum...

'Scum is life...'

There was no silence, same as there was no meaning to any of it.
Just social excrement lining up to feed on what the dark night provides. Cops won't touch this place, not unless they have "good reason" to. A sea of human misery, a level better then the atrophy it had crawled away from.

Another person get's their rocks off with that pretty thing on the corner.
Another whore wipes the filth of men (and some women) of her body.
Another cop looks the other way as a kid is made to pee blood.
Another chem head trashes his brain and body in meth induced brawl.
Another gang murders it's rivals.
Another mother kills her child's father... bang bang...

A drugged up, fucked up violent world...

"This street we walk upoooooonnn... this corner full of piss and fear..."

He revelled in it all...

"this corner full of piss and fear..."

The horror of it all, the meaningless madness...

"full of piss and fear..."

The blank, screaming silence... the darkness tells him things... tells him about the filth, the murder, the violence, the mayhem, the chaos, the anarchy, the godlessness...

"full of fear..."



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