pulling my arms, pulling me in
to this glowing hot waffle iron grid
"C'mere bitch! You thought you could leave?"
hit me with an SUV
bike smashed
arms scraped
and I walk away
How have I lived this long?
How did I survive that with only a scrape?
What am I doing living in this hostile place?
I could bark a million questions into the wind
hear a million voices echo within
and still I'd keep taking the hits
this city is a fist and I'm black and blue
a bloody pulp still beat until dry
but these tears held in
too many reasons to cry
a broken heart
a broken mind
broken dreams and 8 million lies
I surrender to you, New York
I care not to try
your game is hollow
your only virtue: pride
destroy me while you can
this bloody mess you've made of a pure hearted man
1 comment:
cool. i like it. keep on taking them, & keep on writing, you only get stronger while the city decays.
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