CAMELOT FANTASIES

Gouging open sore seeping with a mixture of pus and blood
The pain induced felt far more that the slicing of the knife
Strange dark memories flood
Staring at the clock ticking wondering if this is end of life
This life’s purpose took many unusual turns
Under extraordinary terms
Road less travelled for guys like me who grew up on the streets
Blood soaked shirt is now red from its original white
Disgusting to know that end of life can take place
On this grimy greasy land
All because words started a fight
May be the end by the end of the night

~Divine