By Wayne Palesado

The urban face stains the vision in it's haze.
Beings rotting in their shoes of fashion.
The eerie Dragon creeps underneath this concrete.
Satisfying the hunger that festers in the flesh.
Reek of yesterday's embrace as you live in the sun's jungle.
Imagining destiny lost as institutions of passing penetrate the mental state.
Choosing the road to struggle in reality labeled Blue collar.
This endless journey of memories faded.
Awakens the beast who whispers the echoes of regret.
The creeping fear of a future not desired.