My home, dank, dark, and grey
its schools that ebb and sway
its heart where the demons play
my home, dank, dark and grey
My home, sober, soiled, and tired
its tastes dull but acquired
its veins electrically wired
my home, sober, soiled, and tired
My home, the stoic jungle of stone
a concrete empire with no throne
where everyone feels alone
my home, the stoic jungle of stone.
I was feeling rusty because of university work. I thought it would be best just to force something onto a page.