Dark City
In this one big city
Where the lights are always on,
The people lower their heads
With the burden which they were born.
The lights, they always sparkle
With a promise it never keeps,
Tormenting the souls around them
Preventing them from sleep.
In this one great city
Where the traffic doesn't cease,
And tired souls trudge endlessly
Through dark and empty streets.
Dark and empty streets
That lead you down to hell,
A demise of soul and sentiment
Discarding an empty shell.
In this one dark city
Where clouds gather in wait,
To spill their murky load
On those awaiting their fate.
Some struggle through
And make of it what they can,
Others are easily defeated
With no survival plan.
In this one decietful city
Nothing is as it seems,
Where fantasy is reality;
Consciousness is dreams.
There is no distinction;
It all merges into one.
And no one would give a damn
If the moon became the sun.
In one impulsive city
Where everyone gets high;
A relief from the monotony,
Or the fact we're going to die.
Obliteration and disaster
Is what we have created,
Money, greed and religion
Somehow lead to hatred.
This is London city
So beware to those that come,
Bewitched by all the prospects
When really there are none.
Copyright © Charlotte Aitken | Year Posted 2009
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