Dead End Street Poem by Alex Grove

Dryer rain colliding.
Falling slowly on liars' fallen grace
There's talk of a promised land
But yet there, all the flowers bloom has failed
Dark shining Circus empty,
Satan's animals shooting day
Carnival of fallen years
It enters through your eyes, it disturbs your mind
and all you see is the same lonely child
Always was.
Her pleasuring clique seems a freezing bore after a while
Those Dead End Street Conversations
Look what it has done
Surrounded by all art forms
Surrounded by the empty ocean floor
Feelings rest, feeling restless
Greet the fallen souls by falling down
One slight wave of happy times
Two steps back, cause the City loves to be colourblind
And it never changes
This Artist dies, but remains vibrant and everywhere will forever shine.