Life's Cities
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The moon's lifeforce barely seeps through the fog thus leaving the dark,
Stark streets of disgust, anger, confusion do not invite, yet I embark.
Scratching my jagged fingernails across the adjacent wall's gloom,
As the uneven stone crumbling in a state of obsessive, yet compulsive doom.
Erratically twitching while kicking a can of depression across the street,
Jaded eyes caress the dust coating of my shoes as my solar-energy depletes.
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Standing under a flickering street light my face is self-conciously shrouded,
Sliding the seringe from my loose jacket sleeve a smile cracks, albeit clouded.
Dropping the empty tube of death to the desecrated concrete I continue my walk,
Blood patterns I stalk, etching life into the outlines of bodies written in chalk.
Legs struggling to support the weight of my thoughts a maniacle scream escapes,
...No one takes any notice... It's the symphony of the dark night's rapes.
Hazarding a glimpse into the frosted window of a bar red eyes peer back,
Amidst the impenetrable black their unfaltering gaze is disturbed by a crack.
Leaving smashed glass in the obese man's lap and scratching a message of anger,
His eyes fell from intimidating to wavering as his eyes recognized the stranger.
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The taste for blood now in arctic pathways, my features warm to the possibility,
The scent of the hunt graces my nose, obstructing the smog inherent in this city.
Reaching my hand onto my trouser' leg whiping the blood away before grasping,
Gripping for the object deep in my pocket, the sheer power of it is everlasting.
An image of fictional art one might argue, yet, unjustifiably real,
The stereotypical image of life in this God forsaken place I seal...
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Standing in a patch of moon light, feet firmly on the roof of a burnt car,
My head tilting back revealing the crooked evil amongst the deep scars...
Hand at my side gripping a gun, blood covered and shaking with laughter,
Running from shadow to shadow, maybe I can catch her... I can distract her.
Rounding the acute corners of the city blocks the phallic symbol of companies loom,
Plumes of smoke encompassing the spherical atmosphere encasing our doom.
Startled by a collapsing metallic can infront of her, I gracefully land behind,
Pushing the tip of my gun up her back smiling as it grinds...
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Shimmering distress in pools of plenty surround the sacrificial vessel,
One leg dragging in triumph across the empty souls of the lost gristle.
Laughs echo through the veins of the city as my red velvet carpet ceases,
The sky's leases for this sickening dripping central to the world's hidden creases.
This inane plane of insane claims and unfounded false rumour cranes,
Forging structures atop foundations of knowledge ready for life to drain.
This life of complex simplicities and simplistic complexities,
Inherently basic yet powerfully paradoxical in Life's Cities...
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Peace
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Originally Posted by Deviate
