X Marks the Spot - 2011/09/04

A placid sun shined brightly
There was a gleam in his eye
Now strung out on everything
He stretched his arms to fly
In a window fifty stories up
The flight of the body began
Falling from start to finish
Until colliding with a sedan

Come evening street cleaners
Frantically worked on stains
Trying to remove a dark scar
Made of the blood and brains
Whilst the insurance company
Worked to deny policy claims
Of many suffering the damage
Unleashed by a junkies games

Like most you work to forget
Slipping back into a routine
Filling your mind with fluff
To ignore what you have seen
Subconsciously you recognize
Whether you wanted it or not
As you walk down that street
X will always mark that spot

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