• The steady spray on cans as the midnight sky looms by
    sound clinking as it shakes
    the heart beats heavy, adrenaline making surrondings hazey
    'Almost..' I repeat over and over in my head
    the streets remains desserted cars, trucks, and trash staying behind
    hissing as one spray can finishs and discarded on the cement.

    My passion
    my art
    Griffiti those who don't understand it call wrong
    others who understand it see beauty in its
    style, creative colors, many others which makes it
    truely outstanding

    I smile as I take a few steps back
    wiping the paint from my hands
    sliding my hand across the streets' wall
    the thought of it forever placed here
    as if I am immortal
    even though it will fade
    and eventually disappear
    But until that happens my art
    my love will remain here until I die
    or at least I come across another spot.