I came to this world old, <br />Alien is my second name. <br />Like a gust from darkness cold, <br />Is my ravish loving game. <br /> <br />She was innocent and sweet, <br />Full of youth and tender look. <br />I found her on a lonely street, <br />I guess it was just pure luck. <br /> <br />Was it stains of blood on me, <br />When my thirst was dry. <br />I was just setting her free, <br />Never meant to say goodbye.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/4-from-what-s-really-happening-in-54-numbers/
