Death by Concrete

The wind begins to blow
as i walk so slow
down this deserted road
feeling so lost and alone
my hair blows in my face
blocking me from sight
as i hear them calling
on this loneful night
they want my blood
all of them
so they can know
thier satisfaction
of delivery
of killing a young girl
who dresses different
then others in her world
and looks different
but feels no different
She starts to quicken
her pace of walking
only to trip on her
almost dead face
the quickly catch up to her
feeling no shame
for what they are about to do
i lay below them
them glaring down at me
the fear never kicks in
only exception for what
is about to happen to me
i wonder why that is
i guess i'll never really know
they beat me but slow
they want this to last
that i know for sure
the pain is so surreal
that i cannot control
my tears as they fall
quickly and soundless
i know my life is coming
to an complete utter end
as i lay unconscious
they leave me thier to die
as people pass me slowly
no one dares to try
they know thiers no luck
for me as the pool of blood
darkens around me
in the deadness of
the cool dark
endless of night.....

by Freewriter91
posted on 07/02/2008