homicidalheathen

City Seathing



In the city
growing, feeding
off of itself
and us
off of each other.
Like an organism,
seething outward
you can hear
Its breath.
Like the hisssssss
of a tire deflating.
Our hopes
and our dreams
like the wind
knocked out of us,
by the daily
struggle of
our lives.

If chaos rules
the way
of the
universe,
and there is
no order
only change,
to evolve.
only the fit
survive
Then nothing matters
not charma,
not faith,
all they can
take from you
then is
strength.
And self-confidence.
And that
is up
to you.

So then
do what is right
for you

And feed on the
energy,
of the city night.
Run free
and be
only what you can
in this life,
who you are.



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Written a couple years ago.