Cold Winter Night

His feet stamp through the fresh white snow

giving me an easy path to stalk and follow.

The Chicago streets are empty: except for he and I.

Gas lamp after gas lamp fades as I slowly creep bye.

I know he is there;

he doesn’t know I’m here.

Catching him from behind, with a brick, I land a solid blow

and stand smiling, gleefully watch his final breath flow.

Red oozes warming and painting the powder covered street.

Solo Journey

My soul has become dark

since you walked away

dousing out our remaining spark.

I became unable to find my way,

my clouded heart struggled to beat

while wandering the world for a new flame.

Yet, reaming all alone on the moon lit street.

There is only one person to shoulder the blame;

me, myself, and I alone take the burden.

Searching within myself for a new birth,

yet I remain the same: just one of many men

searching the cold earth

lost looking for a soul mate,

but ending up having to masturbate.