The Streets of New Orleans, generate it’s own sound…
The cobble stone still exist, and it’s blood so profound…
Howls and growls…
I see it’s teeth and the snares…
I see the skulls tumbling, down Hell’s stairs…
Vampires and demons alike…
Monitor their selection each night…
Picking and choosing their victims with out haste…
Innocent young flesh provides the best taste. ..
Quickly, I awaken grasping for my cross…
Thankful, that I am not among the souls, New Orleans has lost…
-Madamchryzl-
Photo By: Paul Brouillette
Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes 
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