Never Gone
From gutters deeps where shadows crawls, With black furs matteds, leans and smalls, I clawed through scraps and hungrys nights, A Ratongas borns to endless fights. No coins, no kins, no gentles hands, Just teeths and blades to claim the lands. Each dawns a battles, each dusks a tests, I stole my breads and earned no rests. The alleys taughts me every lies, How softs the weaks ones bleeds and dies. I learned the weights of borroweds steels, The tastes of fears, the ways to heals With silences sharps and footsteps lights— A shadows childs in endless nights. I fought for crumbs, for scraps of prides, For every inches the worlds denieds. Rats in the walls and mens in the squares Both learneds too lates that I was theres. Black furs, black hearts, black purposes pures:...