sometimes i think that this town is alive.
hundreds of people exist in it.
every day are trying to get a better life.
But i guess they don't mind the stares of hundreds lit
Eyes and millions
hollow ones.
Perhaps they don't feel the pressure of high buildings anymore.
They breathe fine under the grey clouds, that lay low.
People are rushing through the hungry streets,
Choosing not to notice how it eats
Their souls up
without a single sound.
Can't you see that the city doesn't have a heart?
It has a stomach,
In which it devours every part
Of you that was once humane without a struggle.
And that's because you don't have many of those parts.
You've lost them along with your minds.
Breaking each other's lives,
Spreading all those horrible lies,
Beating and shooting in your children.
Who is gonna listen to you then,
If you pretend not to be a part of the story
In which, the end is not about your glory?
You did this to yourselves.
A bunch of empty faces,
Throwing shade with your glances.