Till death and my slumber

Alley ways and bottles,
Fag butts and old pot holes,
Cold, dark,
Concrete, street lights,
Memories of sunny days, beaches and kites
Gone to the dark stanky nights,
Street Corner tights, wolf whistles,
The hustle and bustle,
Track marks, dirty arches to sleep, drown down in old coats and weep,
Trapped, bored, stuck, fucked and lonely,
No suit no job,
No showers,
Home below the stars,
Alarms of passing cars,
Woken from my broken sleep from rats and mental scars,
Family past and forgotten,
Rotten soul,
Soulless rot,
Bags of smack and pot,
Consumed, I fall back into the empty hole,
No thought and dribbling, shaking and sniffling, kill me, kill me, kill me now,
"Wreched scum"
"Street junkie"
Perverted old druggie, hands down my pants because no body loves me,
I walk down to the beach,
Drawn by the water and escape at my doorstep,
Dawn and depth, my feet test the cold waters as when I was a boy,
Four steps untill my heads under,
I used to be my mothers child,
Chucking the concrete block strapped and wrapped up pulling me under,
Daughter lost among memories I see her face and smiling grace,
My wife and widows palm in mine,
She died with my heart,
And now it's my time