Angel Dust

Angel dust is sitting on the curb of the street corner. You can see a few bruises on his neck. One set of hands is holding his head as tears slide down his cheeks, the other set of hands is wrapped around his knees, pulling them to his chest. He’s quietly sobbing as the nightlife continues on around him. He doesn’t even look up as you approach G-Go away… his voice cracks as he speaks but he doesn’t care