Treading on those darker roads
Like a Zombie dragging loads
Cruel pavement pounds in pain
Hopeless hands bear pulsing veins
Alleys dim with beer cans strewn
Living corpses leaving soon
Heavy gates push down and shut
Heaven's mercy long forgot
Treading on those darker roads
Wily Satan grinning goads
Rain washed refuse mirrors gloom
Where no man escapes his doom
Treading down those darker roads
Alleys pungent bloating toads
Scratching webbed feet embrace
Suffocating without trace
Walking down those darker streets
Where night's vast dominion meets
Sin and vice whose glitter fell
On dank puddles straight from hell
Haunting still those darker ways
When the world was one malaise
Slimy bony fingers pulled
Fragile souls last hope was culled
I remember Zombie ways
How did I escape those days?
Somewhere lies a beating heart
Stepped on, broken, torn apart.
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This poem rings of the destruction of lives in the dark side of the street, 'living corpses leaving soon', such an honest portrayal of 'fragile souls'