Dark Alley

The shadow walks the street alone

To free itself from her deadly curse

From all the things never said and done
From all the hopes long rotten and gone

The man walks the street, looking for his shadow

Cuz even in the fog the granted things are lost

And darkness is all that grows

Masked behind the alleys he already crossed

The heart walks the street, looking for his master

But the man already lost his mind to fear

Cuz Love is an assassin through answers

And the heart already blinded him

Death walks the street screaming

But the man's already dead and roting

The heart stopped beating 

Because in blood it was sinking

The shadow leaves untouched

Breaking like glass between the alleys

And the soul... the vouch of existence?

Have taken his thoughts and remained in silence...

by Medivh

Notes:
I wrote this like 6 months ago and I though would be a great way to start this new blog just for my poetry. The poem may have some different interpretations and just because I wrote it doesn't mean your ideas are incorrect. I idealize this very broken man walking a dark street at night (I think the picture gives a nice view of what I was thinking). I think is like the feeling of loneliness that lead the man to his own destruction. Difficult to explain even for the guy who wrote this xD
This poem is already posted in my other blog but I though this was one of the best I ever written so it would be a mistake not to post here.