Painting On The Wall

A dark alley with horrible stench.

A dark alley, at the end of it a wench.

My heart is beating like a drum, fists are clenched.

I am still, frozen, my face pale…drenched.

Step by step the wench is inching in.

Unsettling and terrified I feel.

It reaches towards me, the hand in my face.

I am about to lose my mind, my brain a haze.

A dark alley, a place where I die or am I simply just too high?

A dark alley, the tremors I feel…

It was all becoming real.