• I see them, they roam these dead streets.
    Alone thay wander into the abyss of dusk.
    Hungry, afraid and unwanted; people stare in hatred as these creatures give off a haunted smile.

    I see as they see me; broken cold and ragged. The blades of fur on their pelt drift off into the wind florescent by the sun.

    It's one thing to see them, but it is another to feel as they do. Their bodies eating them away as their only joy is the glorious sunsets and the forgiving handouts.

    Maybe at one point we're as they are; like a soul of smoke drifting from sunset to sunset. Only hoping, only living.