Father times sad.

I have been here for a while and I know many things. Like why the streets smell like burning trees. Sometimes the electrics on the fritz, or we'll see an arsonist in a fit. Women fighting men and drug addicts stealing shit. It used to be a gallery of art and now it's a gallery of needles and capsules. Our worlds going down the gutter but no one utters the secrets behind the shutter. Everyone has a dark entity that makes them seem like monsters, but if we're all the same why do we hide the shame. It's easy to see the differences, but it takes true strength too find the similarities within oneanother.