THE WALKING DEAD

You live on a mountain
With sky high dreams
While I’m down in the pits
Of hell it seems

I’m beyond even trying
To get it together
I sleep on the ground
No matter the weather

My body temperature
Regulated by drugs
My neighbors are junkies
Rapists and thugs

Street life is a jungle
On evil we thrive
Every day that goes by
Just barely alive

I see you walk by me
And stare straight ahead
For fear of becoming
The walking dead