Escaping the Shadows

The streets are empty or are they
The cars are parked outside my lot I see them from my window
In colors of red, blue, yellow, and silver, all fogged up from the nights heat
There are pontiacs, fords, chevies, some old antiquers, an old gold park avenue with the fender bent and a flat tire

My vise is my dope I have to take in order to survive
See I have been diagnosed with cancer and I don't have long to live
I open the blinds in my apartment only to see my very best friend
He is winged and he speaks to me each day
Some would say he is forbidden, just a menice on our homes and streets
But to me he is my savior, this pigeon I feed every day
I have isolated myself from all society, even my family
What the hell, I am dying anyway, and I don"t have the strength to go anywhere
So my last days are approaching where I.will be escaping the shadows that haunt me
And my faith in heaven be with me as my winged friend be my messenger of my death