He hears nothing He has no ears The sirens wailing past him go unnoticed. He smells nothing His nose is but a disguise The smells of death and filth hold no meaning to him. He feels nothing His hands are merciless The wounds from a victim in their defense cause no pain upon his body. Ecstatication Dark skies are approaching, the wind starts to blow. Soon the rain begins to fall.
Mud puddles are everywhere.
Their dirty mouths awake to the sound of approaching footsteps. He walks in and the smile disappears from my face. I look at his mismatched clothes and see how the socks have disappeared from his feet. He looks at me and smiles and the gap between his teeth is revealed. Then I look at him and frown.