Graffiti Art

Graffiti Art

They are the urban Ninja,
                            shadows of the night.
Fear all
          the virgin wall,

as they shred
                    her white
                                  to life.
Who was she,
                    anyways?

Just blank and empty
                                        space,

Now look at her,
                  her tattooed face,
                                    see into her eyes.
Child of her destroyer,
                        born to pluck at lies.

          The soul of the old gad fly.

She shows the willing
                                Random
                      order’s
                                  purpose.