alleyway

I heard it from the alley
like a soft whining...
there, was a creature lying

the wind was howling
the sky was crying
thougts flying

I try to contain the loss
but, i am no longer boss
I'm flying like a moth

knowledge by the drop
and information simular to cloth
thin and knotted
almost impossible to be spotted

through me the essence flows
to little I can withhold
confusion now has its abode
and we must rely on the bold.

because the weak will fall;
into deceit.
and after it all;
will be a clean sheet.
it is our own fault;
when bottom we reach...

like the creature we will screech.