Stranded stranger: Backside of mirror sequal

Strangers walk alone,
little about them is known.
In the street I try to walk,
then I saw a stranger who began to talk.
This one walks with no pride,
after I came back from my drug ride.
Crawling away from my friends,
from pervious lose ends.
Then the stranger has another,
they are simaler like I'd say a brother.
My ears still hear yelling and screaming,
but this is no dreaming.
one ear still starts to bleed,
all this came from expired weed.
The strangers being to talk,
I wish I could walk.
My vision is still red,
My body if half dead.
My jaw is pushed back in to place,
but I am still bleeding from my face.
The teeth in my head still twist in my head
My eyes begin to lose blood, a deep red
The strangers now want to fight
My head looks to see you
and my foot beings to shake off my shoe,
My life is in utter danger
Now that I am the stranded stranger.