• Opening the door and stepping on to the streets,
    is like walking in to a battle field of corpses, and ghosts,
    and people who haven’t turned the light on in their eyes
    What sort of world is this?
    Where innocence suffocates the moment its eyes open,
    its breath stolen away before it reaches the lungs.
    Not even the sun can burn through this miasma
    so it snatches away at the remaining fragments.
    This city never stood a chance.



    A girl too young for college sits alone, her ‘mistake’ lying peacefully in her arms.
    shaking hands drops the cigarette, and she brushes his tangles away
    while mumbling half hearted whispers of affection
    the young mother leans in and tenderly kisses his bluish lips
    What sort of world is this?
    Where we no longer need to search for the scars
    we can see them there through the thickening haze
    as plain as blood smears on white sheets
    there, where the smiles used to be



    Dancing and drugs make the perfect cocktail
    all it costs is your sanity, your self control
    and everything that cant be returned
    at least the fleeting moment of ecstasy is enough
    to convince you that its worth it
    What sort of world is this?
    where love is ******** someone in a dirty alley way
    while other people watch enviously
    impatiently waiting their turn



    No amount of wind or rain
    can make these excuses crumble
    if it touches the sky it can steal away time
    and everything that time can hold
    What sort of world Is this?
    where a reason keeps you breathing
    and a lie keeps your heart beating
    where people don’t care to look back and say
    “where did we go wrong?”