It is raining There are footsteps
From a loner
Who walks through this Hell
And the clock
On the tower
Is stuck upon 12
It is broken
Never moving
Not even a single tick
A warrior walks forth
Through a part of town
The police long ago ignored
Vomit and urine stained corners
This place is the forgotten
Where the people are cast outs
Drenched in pools
of fetid and foul water
Garbage prevents the streets
From draining
A hoodie blurs his image
He looks straight ahead
Never looks down
He thinks of his fists as swords
His image presents only precision
One perfect thread upon a tapestry
Spoiled by the decay
But upon white silk, we're but stained
Bleach our eyes, my King
Please steal our sight, oh Lord
Let us never catch the scent
Of the cast outs and human refuse
Left behind, waiting for the end
Walking through the purple oblivion
These alleys could fill an emergency ward
We were born of a different mother
But here
We are all children of the night
No motion can be seen
Through the midnight thick
There are no sounds that remain
Grayish, washed out colors
Someone vomits, everyone is ill
Bleeding ugly unequal fights
The midnight ritual every twilight
The city forgives only her own
Her children scream at the thought
Of being exposed to the light
The clouds thick with rain
Pouring down
As lightning flashes
Down it falls
Hard
Down as lightning strikes
The rats flee the alley ways
Flee back to the sewers
Their true home
Here there is no life
Only strife
And there is a scent of ozone in the air
He longs for the lightning
To take him home
The homeless vets and children sleep still
They've endured much worse than this
Each armed with a gun or knife
They sleep the sleep of the dead
If they live or die they do not care
Soon enough they will
