Living In The Streets (Homeless Project Part 1 of 10), by LostSoul Subscribe to rss feed for LostSoul

It's cold tonight
The icy breeze doesn't feel right
Entering and leaving makes me shiver in the night
What's worse is the steel bench I call my bed
Gives me a surging pain in my head

"Hey man your in my spot
Get out before I rip your gut"

Open my eyes
And I recognize
I despise
The man I saw yesterday
Stealing another man's pay
Smiling as if he can take whatever comes his way

I stood up, not a single word
Didn't want trouble, my first time on the road
Turned around and walk on by
Another place, another good-bye
Why bother to try
This entire world could fry
I wouldn't care, didn't hear me when I cried
This world is nothing but lies
Ah...but who am I
Just another man ready to die

"Sigh"

Found another spot
Right here in the corner of this lot
Hopefully no one bothers me 'till the mornin' light
Have a couple of hours left
Need my ear plugs to keep me deaf
Before some fool comes over and tells me to step
Posted: 2009-12-02 07:18:35 UTC

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