I step out the door into the freezing night air,
The clouds open up and the water pounds down,
In buckets,
I’m walking down the sidewalk,
Talking,
Moving,
Looking,
Silent like the fog,
Floating.

I feel the raindrops falling on my face,
Each one embodies me,
Showing me who I am,
Following the curves, yawning ugly scars,
Of my eyes.

I see the bright light in the distance,
Flickering, blinking on and red,
On and red,
And red,

I take the side street and begin to run,
The bass in my head seems to pick up in pace,
The blood rushes from the back of my head,
Like a drum beat.

I find safety in an alley, from imminent demise,
The footsteps fly by but the light is still red.
The cigarette is burning in his vapid mouth,
Flames and smoke in a world of desire.

As I punch in the clip,
The footsteps stop,
As the heads turn,
The hats begin to drop,

The cigarette falls from his lifeless mouth,
The red light dies in its cold wet drop,
And then,
Shatters.

My feet carry me into the empty dark,
My weapon tucked away,
The red light extinguished,

The destination is not far,
My goal is complete,
The deed is done,
The victory inevitable,

I light a cigarette and it jumps to life,
Flickering, blinking on and red,
On and red,
And red.

In the distance a survivor limps away,
Taking a side street he tries to run,
I follow with my eyes and in blood,
Running,
Moving,
Looking,
Silent like the fog,
Floating.

I Sprint but there’s just too much pressure,
The cannon comes out like a bat out of hell,
And the rain pounds down,
In buckets.

I run down the street,
The lonely vacant street,
The fog of Hades descends.
My footsteps echo in an unseen alley,
And somewhere, somehow, a clip is punched,

As I turn my head my hat is blown off,
The cigarette falls from my lifeless mouth,
And dies on its cold wet drop,
And then,
Shatters.

The Rain comes clear now,
Crystals in the cold red hell,
My essence, my body, my soul,
Mixing inevitably, impenetrably,
With the rain.

I lie in the alley,
My red light extinguished,
And on the corner another is lit,
And far, far away footsteps begin to run,
And then,
Nothing.