fauxcroft

Here I walk in the pissed drenched hallways

Among the discarded bottles and cans of alcohol,

I witness the drunken lost souls wandering aimless

They are devious of hope, dreams and are hollow,

Both in eyes and minds, it’s a sign of the times

They look so pretty vacant, and sleep all day,

Only then to come alive at night when normal people sleep

Then we see their predatory inclinations,

Witness their perverted cravings as they go on a hunt

Looking for innocents to feast on as if they are lunch,

And I will tell you now it’s the last time I will walk these hallways,

This building that represents our seat of political power.