the cop cars are the pulse of the city
weeding in and out of the city streets like veins to my corroded artery
and when their sirens come alive
no one dares to breathe.
But in the distance
the mountains shake with laughter
at the sheer mediocrity we call  life
and the trees whisper
words that we shouted from the rooftops on the darkest of nights
and
The earth vomits up
All the things we left behind
only to cover up our broken bones
when were to crippled to breath.

and
the city comes alive at night
beating drums in my head
all the
noise
So much noise
is
caused by the unity of our hearts.