Poem: Life in the Shadows

Skullduggery
in the back alleys
and run down warehouses
of the city
the rain washes away
all evidence
of the blood.


Life in the shadows is hard
you learn to melt away
see but not be seen
close your ears
to the screams
and the cries
of the devoured.


No one judges you
for what you have to do
to survive.
The ones who do
come from the moral high ground
and would not survive
a single night.


Your soul is already damned
That is cold hard fact.
What matters is what you make
of your short existence
in the limited time
you are here.
Will you be one of the forgotten?