A masterless wind rips through the alleyway
Four dark circles form in the pokets of my jeans
Trash litters the path home, the path to warmth
Strange women call and cry with shrill voices
Their tobacco stained teeth threateningly glisen
Menacingly the rain pummels relentlessly downward
Just as a howling pierces like an arrow
The over-alert mind thrown to chaos 
And the ruble of that night's events
Did they know, where they watching?
And none of the pieces on the devil's chessboard
Ever seem to obey the king and queen
Marching to the beat of a different drummer
Completely submerged in the cold of winter
The end of the week never means the end of things
Yet and what should it really matter? 
A knife cuts just as easily one day as another