The City

look upon this city -
deserted
deprived
disrespected.
cobwebbed corners and dusty panes of glass scattered across the floor of the desolate buildings where feelings once resided.
where children used to laugh
and music used to make us feel
alive.
tarnished silver litters the ground we walked upon, bringing back memories of tyranny & fear, loathing them for taking our freedom to think for ourselves when they spoon-fed us their ignorant corporate bullshit.
ripping us apart from that human instinct to think.
differently than anyone else.

this body you look upon isn't what it used to be.
she used to be beautiful,unbroken,unique,in love with love,
and life,
and the people around her.
dried blood stains this face,and the sidewalks of the city, will it never come clean?
reflections only show me resentment,
remorse,
unbelievable hatred from every nerve in this body for it's breakdown.

when outside substances numb the inside source, the brain can see clearly-

the sky lets down her tears upon this city, thick drops cleanse the world of dusty glass, dried blood, and filthy memories.
attempting to start over, make this city come clean.
and only during this moment of clarity do I see myself-that this city is within me,and apart of me.
and I belong to it.
make us come clean.