ONE. THE BLOOD, THE BILE AND THE PUKE LINE THE PAVEMENTS TONIGHT AS STILLETTOS CUT INTO THE STOMACH LINING OF A TEENAGE GIRL.
TWO. A LIGHT FLICKERS IN THE DISTANCE AND REFLECTS AGAINST A POOL OF URINE STREAMING INTO THE MOUTH OF A PASSED OUT ELDERLY MAN.
THREE. THERE’S A STENCH OF INEVITABLE DEATH IN THE AIR AS ANOTHER FLAILING BODY FALLS FACE FIRST INTO THE KERB AND SPILLS CRIMSON RED.
FOUR. A SMALL CHILD IS BRUTALLY MURDERED WHILST NO-ONE WATCHES ON AND THE FLESH IS TORN FROM HER BONES.
FIVE. A NEWS REPORT EXITS TO STATIC NOISE AGAINST A BACKDROP OF CACOPHONY AND I QUESTION WHETHER THE END IS NEAR.
SIX. THIS TOWN IS FILLED WITH TERMINAL PUBS IN EACH WE ALL GO TO MEET OUR END WITH THE SOUNDTRACK OF LONELINESS, DESPAIR AND FEAR.
ONE. WALK THE STREETS WITHOUT A DRINK INSIDE YOU IT’S AN EDUCATION UNTO ITSELF. SWERVE AROUND THE GHOSTS OF THIS OLD TOWN.
TWO. THE GHOSTS OF THIS OLD TOWN COLLIDE WITH EACH OTHER. THE GHOSTS OF THIS OLD TOWN PLAY IN THE BILE AND FIGHT IN THE BLOOD.
THREE. I WAS ONCE AN OPTIMISTIC YOUNG BOY WHO SAW A FUTURE THAT WAS WORTH LIVING IN UNTIL I REALISED THE POOR ARE THE GOVERNMENT’S PLAYTHING.
FOUR. A WOMAN LEANS AGAINST A WALL AND EMPTIES HER STOMACH ONTO THE LAP OF A HOMELESS MAN SLEEPING IN A SHOP DOORWAY.
FIVE. THIS BEAUTIFUL TOWN EXISTS AS A MUSEUM OF DESOLATION, A GALLERY OF USELESSNESS, A MUSEUM OF DESOLATION, A GALLERY OF USELESSNESS.
SIX. SLEEP SOUNDLY IN YOUR BED TONIGHT, CRADLE YOUR LOVED ONE FOR TOMORROW THEY MAY DIE PAINFULLY IN A POOL OF YOUR BLOOD.
SEVEN. EACH MARK THEY LEAVE ON YOUR BODY IS FURTHER PROOF THAT NO-ONE CAN BEAT THE SPIRIT OF HUMAN ENDEAVOUR. YOUR SOUL IS CLEAN EVEN IF YOUR BODY IS BROKEN.
EIGHT. DESTINY FAVOURS THE STRONG AND DEATH FAVOURS THE WEAK. SCRAPE THE BILE OFF YOUR BOOTS AND START AGAIN TOMORROW MORNING.
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WE, DIE, ALONE, INSIDE OUR HEADS.
WE NEVER NEEDED THE SPACE THAT IS LEFT WHEN ALL THAT WE LOVE SMASHS INTO OBLIVION.
WE DIE ASLEEP IN OUR BEDS.
WE NEVER NEEDED THE SPACE THAT WAS LEFT WHEN ALL THAT WE LOVED TURNED INTO BLOOD.
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