the streets were dark and quiet, from the vantage of shanes swollen eyelids,
a hint of self loathing mixed with molten spite in..
a complexion worn down by mounds of brown he'd shriveled his veins with,
going insane in plain view, one passer by he'd named blue for his suit,
stopped in his usual route and mused, "hey friend, tired of the pavement?"
went on to explain his proposal, this arrangement,
he'd claimed to have been alone for so long he needed a house pet,
Shane raised an eyebrow.. knew he hadn't been able to dry out yet,
so he took the first chance he'd been given since livin in the streets,
and in a king size bed and warm clothes he kicked and screamed,
soon, Blue stripped the fiend of his problems, dissolved the revolving door,
between the jails, prisons, padded walls and cold asylum floors,
and the world he implored him to explore, but Shane dithered and fumed,
withering to the tune of blue's logic and reason,
he only wanted to stay warm since it pleased him,
and wouldn't do a single thing on his own, no achievements,
no goals or things to believe in,
so blue strangled Shane with his favorite tie and relieved him.
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