The city is covered in grime,
Layers and layers of dark
Nasty residue and smog
That clothes the air,
Scratchy breaths in and out of our lungs,
Till our heart beats in unison with the sinister things that lurk in midnight alleyways...
It's a leech,
A demon sent from hell to contaminate this once fair city...
It weaves in and out
Through and through,
Possessing
Minds, souls, hearts of the people and anything else it can get its hands on...

One day, I met a girl,
A bright little thing,
Shivering against the imminent
Shadows that were bound to
Overcome her soon enough... She stood afar from me,
But I could feel
the warmth and strength radiating from her...
I stared as she glowed,
Ethereal, but not oblivious.
She has survived the birdcage we all live in, scars everywhere
To tell her story for all those
Struggling, drowning in the utter madness that seemed to claw its ways into all of us.
She turned away,
And the spot of comfort like a warm blanket on a
cold winter night,
Faded away with her.