Dark Alleyway Poem by Cigar Aficionado

That time of night when silent stillness
blends with death and breath is hard
to draw inside.
Voices inward draw me as a flame
my mind consumed by what I find.
Card board surrounds this surreal world
of time the camera lens clicks shut.
Ammonia permeates golden hues thick
crust the walls are limed.
Silhouettes these dolls caricatures wast
the painted mind do draw reflections
pools of vomit do distend
on face recite the
eggs he ate
so plain.
A woman's groan I feint approach her legs
are spread she gushes forth a pool of
blood the baby has expired
she swallows tomb.
Horrid step inside this landscape homeless
canvas painted hell.