Elm Street

Elm Street

All night, I tried to make

money from junkies.

Now the sun has come.

I feel ashamed of us,

the dealers,

the peddlers of death.
I have been watching
quietly at these corners
and seen the madness
that creates the screaming.
Talented souls are ruined,
and I now understand,
that this will never end...


-Mr.Strangedub