pure spear
Darkness was looking at me
ever so quietly.
When I heard the footsteps
of no one particularly.
The road seemed to stretch
with every step I take.
Except when I hold my ground
would they start making sound.
I doubt I’ll be alive for long,
So let me tell you a backstory while you also
run along.
The mistake:
Munich’s streets were filled with snow
When my bootsoles gave way.
The sky above had witnessed a horrible past
And my fate had written broken shoes in it
While my motel is kilometers away.
I entered a colony named ‘Himmel street’
In the hope of a friendly shelter
But when I checked out each house
‘Open house starts at midnight’
was the response I got.
At the end of the road
I saw a light flicker.
Oh I’ll give anything, I thought
For one drop of liquor.
But when I approached the light
A big Neon shoe shone bright
It wasn’t a night bar or anything
Just what I needed
On the glass door a sign of
‘Heil Hitlr’ pleaded