THE WRONG SIDE OF LIFE

A BEAUTIFUL EVENING STROLL
LED ME DOWN A STREET 
WHERE GHOSTS AND EVIL SPRITS
WERE IMMORTALIZED.

THE GRAFFITI WALLS 
OF TOWERING BUILDINGS,
CASTS A CHILLING SHADOW 
ON THE STREETS BELOW,
CAUSING MY SPIRIT TO CRINGE
WITH EVERY DARK STEP. 

ITS WAS AS THOUGH I HAD STEPPED 
INTO AN UNKNOWN WORLD,
A VACUUM OF EVIL, THAT KEPT PULLING ME
INTO ITS UNGODLY HABITATIONS.

PORTRAITS OF DECEASED WARLORDS 
AND WICKED MEN,
WERE PAINTED WITH BLOOD.

BUT HOW BEAUTIFUL THE ART,
PABLO PICASSO, LEONARDO DA VINCI 
AND REMBRANDT..
WOULD OF PAUSED IN THEIR GLORY DAYS 
AND MARVELED, AT THIS  AXIS OF EVIL.

THERE WERE NO TURNING BACK,
STEPS ALREADY TAKEN 
WERE ERASED FROM THE EARTH,
AND THE LIGHT OF LIFE WERE LOST,
IN THE MIRROR OF MY DREAM.

WILFORD BARKER.