Abe the Cop

As if in a dream, only one man can know. He tastes the dirt. He chews the dirt. The filth, now swallow the filth of it. Cold sweat runs down slow. Just choke the filth of it. Now swallow. Mixed with hot tastes of blood and cold taste of defeat. I want to die, just one more time. Roll over and die. White lights, mad and maniacal, seep out dark brick walls. You just shun heavens. Thunder laughing at the sky, with a hiss of the nightmare's. Downpour laughing at the sky, now wake up and die, just one more time. As if in a dream, only one more time, I must die.