my eyes bleed to the sound of the city made my heart stop to the silence of the noise birds so quiet as the sun burnished my body Is this the place where the end does come
ant like features as they move with a purpose stop at nothing ...nothing but a stare no care for another ..no greeness here aspiration lives as they break our bones
the town was of pearly ..cockles and eels gone is the pie ,mash and real ales gone is the love of a place we called home london a city lost to the throws