Young and attractive. Quote-unquote “old soul”. nDown in a cold hole. Playing my controlled role nThe world is mine, good and bad. I never sleep. Odd charms nFire trucks and squad cars. Struggling in god’s arms. nTempted and restless. Blood in my arteries. nFloods in the armories. Drugs are a part of me. nCircus and fun time. The surface is sunshine. nBrush your teeth. Stunned police. So much darkness underneath. nParties and funerals. Nurseries and graveyards. nLotteries and robberies. An old couple plays cards. nCompany and visitors. A frequent surprise on nWeekends. A sequence of secrets and lies. nOddities and prodigies. Fireworks and parades bore me. nSame story. All my decisions are made for me. nReading from loose leaf. Misleading. Seduce me, nI’m so full of love I’m bleeding profusely... n nConcrete and steel. I remember these drums. nA chill in the air. In September she comes. nPretty and sad. Trying not to cry. nTrying not cry. So pretty and so sad. nnConcrete and steel. I remember these drums. nA chill in the air. In September she comes. nPretty and sad. Trying not to cry. nTrying not cry. So pretty and so sad. n nThese are my telephone poles, my dark trenches, nMy broken windows, my park benches. nRaccoons and back rooms. Giants and small childrens. nGlittering traffic. The outlines of tall buildings. nStill, in self defense I kill, yes I will. nThey make me do things against my will. nSome make fun of what I wear, they cut my hair. nGoblins and problems - I got my share. nAnd I bitch and complain. I admit that it’s strange. nParts of myself that I wish I could change. nInsecurities and complexes. X’s for marking spots. nComplicated beauty of abandoned buildings and parking lots. nSparking thoughts and impulses. Rebellion and upheaval. nTribal. Indescribable pleasure and such evil. nReview the proof - crime is going through the roof. nAccuse the youth. You’d puke if you knew the truth. n nConcrete and steel. I remember these drums. nA chill in the air. In September she comes. nPretty and sad. Trying not cry. nTrying not to cry. So pretty and so sad... nnConcrete and steel. I remember these drums. nA chill in the air. In September she comes. nPretty and sad. Trying not to cry. nTrying not cry. So pretty and so sad.