Stadium Park

Never again will Isleep at Stadium Park, over are those wonderful days of watching the sun rise in the east and with extreme terror sizzle to a darkness in the west. I hear the screams in my head as the horrors of the night creep in. Like the dark shadow that lurks at the edge of the doorway, so is the nightfall at Stadium Park. How about the 6 foot 2 inch woman with the lovely scar from her hairline to her chin causing one third of her face to grimmace in a horror movie type grin, she also was a man, she sold candy to dislodged children with big dreams of a big city life. I hated her and loved him for the candy she sold, he was a mother and a father all wrapped up into one twisted illusion of happiness. A leader among men and women, one to follow, that is into the gates of hell.....throughout life we can look back on certain memories and remember why we are, where we are, sometimes I look back and wonder why I am still alive. Tangled in power lines that lead to transformers are conversations lost in time, dead calls, and distorted dreams winding through rivers of electric lines and wooden poles with metal bolts attached to there tops sit fried birds cooocoooing at life. Stuck into the hot pavement made of rocks stirred in tar.... is there a way out of here. I know I will never again watch the sun rise from the east over star market....