A Dark Place

These dark streets, filled with shades What little light enters soon fades Cool and damp like the deepest cave So musty it is like an earthy grave The air is suppressive to one and all Filled by songs designed to enthral Pulling in all those who pass by And keeping them in here for all time These dark streets are paved with pain Of every single soul that they retain The damp cobbles are black tombstones And the fences and gates are made of bones A world filled with death and decay Where the very walls scream with dismay Nothing grows in this place so oppressive Welcome to the world of the manic depressive