Cold Blooded World

by Seronum   Sep 13, 2006


Under the streets are the memories of murder and crime such an innocent child to die like she did.
Stabbed and strangled she gasped for air, crying she died as her neck broke which silenced her cry.

In the alley an old man lies dead from money he didn't have, sad and lost with nothing to spare. Retribution lies in the face of man callous and cold no one can understand.

Together mankind values itself under pockets of cash while many are poor and live in determination to survive. Can you place the images inside this world grasping for life?

As the world turns still and streets begin to fill with the tone of thunder and foggy streets, the world is then blind with torment to find and hunger begins to beat.

Destined for a way out, the child comes back for more just to say goodbye to her dad who past out on the floor overdosed with a lifeless blue color to his face.

Her prayers were not answered nor did the guilt pass on. This cruel place we live in sometimes cannot be looked upon.

In a Hotel room on 40 and 5th, racked with women on crack and new drugs to trip, are the bodies of young children sold for drugs and sex, while their mothers and fathers reveal their own death.

An infamous and wonderful world this place is to be, as we are all blind to the things that we don't see.

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  • Wow this is really true. i really liked this point and it opened my eyes. it was great keep writin u got talent 5/5