Bloodhounds

So here I am
The seller of sins
Hand in hand with death himself.
Surrounded by shame,
and a few lousy friends.
Friends who kill,
not care.
I hang with bottom-feeders,
because I know that there will always be
someone worse off than me.
We have failed
time and time again.
but at least we kind of understand why.
We go to bed each night
hating
life a little more.
because we know:
The things we life for
will be
the things we die from.
12/11/06