The City

Fear tightens its metallic cold grip around the lost and
fallen,
Draped deathly cold and ill across the city streets.
Despair and longing walk hand in hand like lovers,
In time to the fading echoes of last nights screams.
A broken shell, burnt and blackened by a chemical fire,
Resigned my heart to scattered ashes.
Along the train station's desolate stretches,
The lingering memories of a long dead girl cry out for an uncaring
mother.
In this span of time between midnight and disaster,
I watch the dead walk among the living.
Fragments of desperate dreams whirl and laugh,
Yet I think of all the horror and the tragedies we have to face.
But when I think of you the horror is erased,
And to the bitter bleak tragedy of life I am someone who is beyond
reach.