I hear screaming below me
Somewhere down in the streets of the forgotten
The echoes sound like marbles in a tin can
Held up to my ear
I can’t sleep, shadows look like humans
And I lean hungrily against my cold wall
Looking for a trace
Feeling for a face,
While the screaming ripples through skyscrapers and clean glass windows of office buildings
I almost wait for the sirens that cut the fog of the city in two
Like a machete to my pillowy body
And I feel to blame
I am warm and alone and insane
I fear I’ll never leave this room
I fear I’ll memorize the city’s hum
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 9:34 PM UTC
I hear screaming below me
Somewhere down in the streets of the forgotten
The echoes sound like marbles in a tin can
Held up to my ear
I can’t sleep, shadows look like humans
And I lean hungrily against my cold wall
Looking for a trace
Feeling for a face,
While the screaming ripples through skyscrapers and clean glass windows of office buildings
I almost wait for the sirens that cut the fog of the city in two
Like a machete to my pillowy body
And I feel to blame
I am warm and alone and insane
I fear I’ll never leave this room
I fear I’ll memorize the city’s hum
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