Doves and Lovers.I learned at an early age
That dreams don't come true
The doves have died, the lovers lied
And thats when I knew
There's no one in this world to trust
No one to believe in you
They won't make you happy
They won't help you through
And at that very moment I thought,
With a heavy heart,
No one would ever help me
Only shoot me with another dart
Because the lovers had lied, and the doves died
And finally I knew
But the doves are alive and the lovers tried
Therefore it was just my point of view.
Sick, Infected With?Contaminated, I was born
Born with the pain of a million years,
Born to hurt all those but myself
Born to save myself.
If I should leave,
Depart those who have taken care of
Me, all but me?
I would hurt
I wouldn't hurt, I have no pain
Though I was born with plenty
It shows none although through my eyes.
More of this is to come,
Until we either give up or die out,
I was born so.
Cranium. Ch. 22.
I walked the street, hood up, eyes down. My two main goals most nights were to find a place to stay tonight, and some food to eat. Raddick would usually provide the second, he always found a way to get an extra portion and save it for me. The most comfortable alleyway I could find before dark, when things got dangerous, would provide the first goal.
I did have a gun, but it only held one bullet. It was a gift from my father the night he kicked me out; he said "emergencies only, you bastard." Then he pushed me out the door.
At first, I was scared. I didn't eat real food for about a month, and what I did eat usually came out of dumpsters. I lived day to day on the thirty dollars I had gathered before I left; that meant a water bottle would last a week, and food was optional. I had ten dollars left. My clothes got cleaned when people helped me out, my hair got cleaned when I found an unusually large gas station bathroom sink, and my body got cleaned when it rained. Also, I hadn't