The glamour and the glitz,
neon lights hit
but beneath sits
a layer of grime.
Dirt is never hard to find.
Cold and dark.
Smiling faces,
a thing only remembered from home
but here you only ever feel alone.
The Leers and stares,
as you take the apples and pears.
Don't forget your home,
whilst you walk these angry streets alone.
Amid the dusty streetlights
and the neon highs.
Don't be fooled into believing
that the shit is golden
or that this city is breathing.
It's an undead nightmare,
that keeps on bleeding.
When you stare at pillars and towers,
big high skyscrapers piercing the sky.
A shard of glass and iron ripping a hole up there.
Don't be fooled,
or try to hide your despair,
this is a lair
of cheats and devils,
who only care
about themselves
and own personal wealth.
Jack used to rip,
every room is a pit,
where someone has died,
had throats slit,
metaphorically
or literally
they have seen their lives slip,
fading into
the bowels of hell
where transportation spits
dirt that gets ground in.
Don't be fooled into thinking this is where soul is found.
Drink the poison to get merry,
take the pills it will look more pretty
and forget about money,
you won't be left a penny
in this hellish overblown city.
Overgrown
where faces look like Edvard Munch's scream
and the rest just stare out into the distance,
in a trance or a dream.
Thanks for reading
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