There's a street that's called
The Dead Avenue.
There the traffic never stops,
But lives do.
People pour out their blood,
Could've had a chance,
But the traffic never stops.
A man stumbles out
Of a building, in shame.
He's been laid off
For the Company's gain
He walks into the street
To start away home again.
But the traffic never stops.
A girl is in tears,
Climbing out of a car.
Her heart's been shattered,
Smashed on the ground.
She steps out onto the street.
Her eyes clouded with tears.
But the traffic never stops.
A woman wanders away
From a hospital,
Her old, mad mindunaware
Of the fearsome street.
She wanders in her mind
To a beautiful place.
But the traffic never stops.
The death never stops.
The Dead Avenue.
There the traffic never stops,
But lives do.
People pour out their blood,
Could've had a chance,
But the traffic never stops.
A man stumbles out
Of a building, in shame.
He's been laid off
For the Company's gain
He walks into the street
To start away home again.
But the traffic never stops.
A girl is in tears,
Climbing out of a car.
Her heart's been shattered,
Smashed on the ground.
She steps out onto the street.
Her eyes clouded with tears.
But the traffic never stops.
A woman wanders away
From a hospital,
Her old, mad mindunaware
Of the fearsome street.
She wanders in her mind
To a beautiful place.
But the traffic never stops.
The death never stops.
It's interesting to see what you keep coming up with. The only thing I noticed was that it seemed to rhyme in some places, and not in others, and I'm not sure if you meant to do that or not. Other than that, though, this was interesting to read, and I like how it makes you think about society in a certain way. Keep writing, EtCetera!
