this city will soon be dead.
from above, the cars on the freeway
resemble a small stream of electrical shame.
slowly drifting through their desolation.
this is the dying site of the city
and we are all going to die.
with our sins in our back pockets
and our desires on the tip of our tongues.
it seems so easy to look into the eyes of stranger-
its not.
[a young woman, age 23-tried her luck,
eyes locked, gun cocked, a stranger couldnt give afuck]
the bright lights,
the sharpness of disdain-
there is a fear tickling our spines
when we walk the streets at night
we can feel the backs of our necks
turn frigid and tense.
theres eyes with their grips around our throats--
[a middleage man, with a past made of pure gold,
with a baseball bat, a knife to his back, we'll never see him grow old]
theres
bloodsoaked bricklaying
in the buildings that whisper your name in the night.
and theirs a sharp cry in the hearts of all of the civilians.
im watching hell play before my eyes
in awe that it could be so tangible;
it never seemed real until now.
[i knew a girl, with eyes like the sunrise;
beaten and raped, another mistake, they just sit and watch as she dies]
the thrill, the suspense-
the mysteriously sour taste in the air,
it will linger in the minds of its inhabitants
long after the city is dead.
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