SepticSkeptik

Lives lost in the city, Like pennies on the ground, Left behind for the shadows Of alleys that drip from streets, In the stolen hours of the night.Lives lost on the ground, Forever to hold the night, In the insect-paved streets, That forsake the city To operate in shadows.Lives lost in the streets To mischief of the night, As lovers dance in the city Laced with acidic shadows That tuck them into the ground.Lives lost in the night, Like pebbles on the streets, From that which lurks in shadows And poisons the ground Of this two-faced city.Lives lost in the shadows From lives plaguing the streets, Littering pockets of the city And blanketing ...