The scent lingers

The dreams bleed
Spiraling out of control

Left to salvage the remnants of something that once was

Forgotten photographs dead in the ash

Abandoned and left on the path to hell
The gates are up ahead

I was alive
when god died

I was younger
he was older

an optimistic kid full of dreams
a cynical man past his prime

I was alive
when god died

I was ready for anything
He stopped giving everything

Everything had meaning
We were nothing but specks

I was alive
when god died

I was growing up
He was growing tired

The days were long and wonderful
He made them shorter and nihilistic

I was alive
when god died

Look forward to the future
Looked at it with disgust

Not worried about the past
Reliving his glory days

I was alive
when god died

Do you see
the swirls in the smoke?
the pattern in the pavement?
the grit in the grime?
the compass on the clock?
the strokes in the sky?

I see them
I see them all

This city is alive

It speaks to you
All you have to do is listen

Let's dance
But be warned
I'll step all over your feet
Not on purpose though I swear
Teach me to be better
And maybe
Hopefully
by the end of the night
I'll dance with you
And you can walk without bruises

Waking up in a hazy fog
Regular Sunday Morning
It is Sunday right?

Bits and pieces of last night rushing to the forefront of my mind
but a feeling that there's a missing piece of vital information

aaaaaaand there's a stranger next to me
she's so still!
she's alive
God I hope she's alive
My jeans are still on so we obviously didn't do anything
wait why are my jeans ripped?
Did they come this way?
No they didn't
did they?
my shoes are still on too
well at least one is anyway
where the hell is my other shoe
how does somebody lose one shoe
losing a pair is actually more understandable

I should probably go wash the glitter off my hands
wait why do I have glitter on my hands?

aaaaand I have a black eye
who did I fight?
probably got my *** handed to me
or maybe I beat up an *******!
no probably the former
I can't fight for ****

My head is killing me
part hangover
part concussion

I should probably call somebody
help fill me on what the hell happened last night
Aw **** where the hell is my phone?
wait where the hell is my wallet?!

Well ****... ****** memory, comatose stranger in my bed, ripped jeans (although I'm 73 percent sure they came this way), missing a shoe, glitter hands, black eye, sore head, no phone, and no wallet

I ******* love saturday nights

Let something false fly forth from your lips
For this honesty is getting too brutal for me to bare

Mouthful of venom

There is a twisted beauty amid this wreckage
Where diamond tears are being mined
Leaving a glistening trail of sadness and grief

The voice of an angel
speaking words of malice

I cannot take it
Though you won't have it

This fall is steep and long
It won't be long now until I hit bottom
I will hit it hard
and I will most certainly hit it fast

This City of Sin
full of ****** and thugs
full of rapists and addicts
What one sided deals are being made in the darkened alleyways?

This land of *** and violence
is where Killers and Kings reign
the blood of the weak tinge the black asphalt a deep crimson
No smiles to be found here in this sanctuary of shame

Bruised fists and swollen faces
Broken noses and bullet wounds
Knives stuck between ribs

No prisons or precincts
Only streets and avenues

Lit by a pale moon and low gray clouds
These aren't buildings that litter the city
these are walls of filth
that support this rotting carcass I call home