 Re: Week 11 Topical Con: /aeo/ vs. Vulgar
"This is for the cold vein"
She's still alive.
There she was, Brianna, symbol of everything in continuance
Sunlight through her hair, the beacon of innocence
Little black girl, 2 years old, father and daughter as one
Which meant a young human to feed along with a pregnant mother of sons
As the morning sphere would rise - she'd feel it, still inside
Of the airwaves, while another man observed with tearless eyes
It's hard when you're caught in the struggle
Of this inner city, the war within yourself, the call of the jungle
The neighbor was a drug dealer - there were warnings from the nightwatcher
At night he'd watch her through the gap in the pipelines
Riding her bike through the graffiti littered hallway, her urban lifetime
For the neighbor it was a compulsion away from the streets and the strife
The weed and the pipe, the reasons for nature
One being committed the crime that defined the meaning of life
The seasons of light, KILL.
In all this monolithic framework there was an inner phase
An interface to Brianna, pink raincoat against the cityscape
Down her habitat corridor - "Look daddy... no hands"
One night in her resting place the neighbor approached with cold hands
He gripped her deadened strands of hair
In another universe, it was the crack of dawn again -
Beyond the Earth and the kitchen that he dragged her body in
When the father awoke, he screamed when he discovered his love
His creation, dead next to his own syringe in a puddle of blood
The mother screamed.
The father sauntered to the police station soaked in water
MURDER, carrying the lifeless body of his only daughter
In his Death Row prison cell, he cried with the breath that was left
After the storm.. just another human sentenced to death.
__________________ When I'm on the skytrain headed for the centersphere 
Last edited by Vulgar; 04-15-2007 at 02:25 AM.
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