Hunting like packs of wolves, on a mission to silence the screams that haunt your soul, moving like the elderly, cautious of your every step, remenicent of weary coal miners, faces as black as night, slumped in doorways, trying to raise funds for false charity, emptying out cigarette bins, into dirty bags, for part time releif, to take the edge off, clothing torn to tatters, as you spend your nights in the lions den, your family exists outside of society, from which you feed off, as you decend from your dark underworld, i hear silent cries for help, but nobody is willing to listen, as you do nothing to help yourself....