i was goign to wait for tomorrow,seeign how its only monday wher eyou are...but eh..ill do it now.




the wind blew hard from the south,he looked down,the puddle reflection rippled in the ground//
whispering the sounds of his past home town,his dirt covered face wore a frown,rain trickled down//
on the spot were he sat,like he was constantly followed by brooding storm clouds...

the reflection in the puddle changed,the back water of the storm drain changed course//
the puddle grew in size,slowly metamorphize a picture of his former home,former life//
that intense horrifing life where he felt he ahd his head in a vice,he blink twice,put down the crack pipe//
and breifly smiled at the pictures of his old childhood,then saw the devils eyes where his father stood//
he reeled back not wanting to look,but being drawn to the story,thinking it could do him good//
to reflect on what was,rather then what was meant to be,instead of worrying all day what he had to eat//

he was an athlete,at school he ran track,was popular,had a girlfriend that was studying ot be a doctor//
everything was good,his life was great,until that one day,his birthday the neighbourhood congogate//
to celebrate,his independance,his toasting sentence he took a reference to melanies absence,he finished//
and continue round the back way to find her presence,body leaking a red substance her life escence//
he almost choked as he walk over to her shell,his body was shaking,his heart was on swell...then he heard a crack//
taking a step back he glanced down at her knee caps,then further were her panties were at,he turned back//
to see his farther walking out the kitchen,a broad smile on his face,"damn she was good son"picking up his oven mittens//
"i told her to be quiet,i swear,im sorry son but that knife was the only thing that would stop her kicking"//
looking down on the victim,he ran inside,dial for authorities,then he felt the burning pain,and into darkness he subside//
awoke the next day,to find himself awake in his bedroom,he stepped up,his mind swayed left,his body went right//
throwing pain in his good side from where the knife cut wide,he grabs his things,pakced quickly//
and walked down the stairs to the living room to see his family,seeimingly uncaring....

"im going"he whispered,
"to where?"the tension lingered,
"anywhere thats away from here",
"okay,but if you leave,your nolonger allowed to be part of what weve got here"

he turned out the door and never looked back,he searched for days,begging,looking for a place to stay//
he wondered to the shelter,but they were full,the seasons were gettign wetter,the nights were getting cool//
with nowhere else to go his accepted his new abode,the unused dumpster,in the worn down apartment block zone//
the stench of decay was pungent,the display was constant,the death,the screams,the life of the underworld//
that poverty brings,bigger things were expected of him,this is where his honour brought him,dying from within//
this is where hounor brought him,suffering for another mans sins,this is were honour brought him,rats start to cling//
this was his life now...his eyes wept and he huddled,looking longinly into the warm picutres of the puddle//
he assured himself that this was what was right,but the thought of warm food and family lingered in his mind//

the seed grew swiftly,since the past week,rotten meat was all he finds,he didnt cry,no he didnt,he got up smooth//
the sun parted the clouds and shone brightly over the lonely grey phone booth,using his last change,he dialed the numbers//
and waited while the phone tone rang,a voice he hadent heard in eternity was on the other end,his mother said//
she was frightened for him and no doubt woud take him in,regrettably he packed his things and walked to were the storm begins//
the scene picturesque,only tarnished by himself and his dress,he stepped through thte front door,threshold took away the stress//
like magic,everythign was better,till he saw his father in the kitchen,staring at the the knife that severed//
the boys heart from his soul,that changed his life,he was to weary to worry,hell deal with it soon,but not tonight//
tomorrow...yes...tomorrow...

he wandered down late afternoon to the living room,his family there smiling,his heart boomed to him there was no hiding//
his hatred for that man on the sofa,this feeling was more obvious the more he got closer,the devil said...

"well son your lucky weve all decided to give you a second chance",

the world turned into nothing but demons,he gasped,walked up stairs,packed his things,and headed back to the dumpster,without a backwards glance...

...now he hides from the rain...