A witness or a murderer,

someone felt the wrath,

he was either a true innocent

or a true sociopath,

he just stood there,

and confused souls filled the air

and they wondered if he even

understood that kind of fear,

he was standing in the piss stench

of a small, dark passage way,

where homeless people would stay,

it was between two downtown buildings,

which were closed for the day,

in front of him was a homeless derelict,

memories flushed,

and his head crushed,

his pants pulled below his knees,

it was a horrible fate,

he wanted nothing more

than a warm place to defecate,

a chance to catch his breath,

and got beaten to death

for that simple ambition,

a more meaningless murder

could not have been committed.