Whilst walking down the dark alley
with a pierced heart and a broken crossbow
"I am a predator" dangles like earrings
in my timid heart as my legs_
tremble to the thuds of falling leaves.

Am I a prey
to the voices growling in my head ?
or I am just a feebleminded predator
whose courage was broken
whose hope was punctured and razed.

If my next step becomes the last
and my feet become frightened to kiss the soil
if I fail to find myself
in the breezy breeze of tomorrow dusk
squirt my forehead with spits of jeer.

I'll walk down the dark alley
with a blank heart and a faceless mask
if tomorrow comes and I am out of sight
give the crown to the voices lurking in my head
for they have buried my soul
in the thwarted under_ground.

I will keep walking down this dark alley
towards the sunlight piercing the gloom
with my pierced heart still beating
if you see me give the crown
to my beating heart
for my soul hears a new song_
a new song of life and refreshment.