Elegant and beautious decay, lost among these city streets.
Walking aimlessly for hours lost among the living dead souls' cries.
The night pads in on kitten feet, silent and as deadly as any predator.
Shadows mark the alley ways, a new kind of entry for a dank and rotting sort of Hell.
Putrescence of humanities' emotions lost among the steel and concrete sentinels guarding these wastelands.
Ripping the heart of good intentions from the very hands that need them most.
Oh they scream and squall to get it back but it never even says good bye.
Heroes come and go with little success, falling from grace so quickly now... much faster than they used to. Demons blast through the streets not giving a damn as they fly past angels fallen. Much like the heroes, for so long into the depths of the abyss, passing through the rigorus tortures of the underworld.
Such is life in the city of the damned.
To desire, to dream for something more is fatality. A death by drowning in the tepid torrent of lies and deceit. The hot rains of hardships do nothing to cleanse this place of it's evils. As many have lamented in the decrepit cracks and crevice, as many have begged, still this agony of living must go on...
A.J. Downey
12-24-2000
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