SIREN CITY
Left the country side for Siren City.
Fresh, new start, oh, what a pity!
Settled in fine, made my way up.
Until I reached a hillside stop.
Make a connection, impossible dream.
Everybody's forced to go mainstream.
Haunting images of big city life.
Powder guns and a bloodstained knife.
Try to sleep but cannot rest.
Living through this sanity test.
Sirens scream all night long.
Composing cruel nightmare song.
Bang my head against concrete wall,
until I bleed and start to crawl.
Find a gun, self shot down,
in this breakdown town!
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-09-23 at 12:27
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