mÅdness
03-08-2011, 11:17 AM
Tonight this city speaks
Even now as the night peaks
As if to mock the sight of day
The city’s lights are on display
Poisonous fumes fill the air
It’s becoming quite hard to bear
The constant stumbling of a drunk
Wanting only to be in his bunk
Underneath the saloon’s drape
Contemplating tonight’s escape
He leaves the safety of his seat
But rebellious, are his feet
For, the street’s corner is where he lies
Overcome by the city’s cries
Fleeing from this unbearable sound
He crawls along the dirty ground
Slowly reaching the building wall
Trying so hard not to fall
But atlas! The lights are spinning
The alcohol will soon be winning
Grasping his knees
He succumbs to disease
Eyes, watering up
Like an infant, he throws up
Not even God would contest
That this city gives no rest
Not to the weak nor the weary
Most, find this place quite eerie
Helped to his feet by stubbornness alone
The man begins trudging without even a moan
Destitute, broken, and constantly abusing
The city doesn’t mind; it finds it amusing
A man Helplessly wavering,
For this city, the moments worth savoring
He’s drunk and fumbling, it’s the middle of night
Without any will left, he concludes the fight
Unwilling, unable, to take anymore
His body collapses upon the pavement floor
He’s attempting fetal position
Crying and pleading, as if in submission
The man is closing his eyes
Thus confirming his own demise
The city’s response is loud and coarse
For the billboard above, reads “no remorse”
Even now as the night peaks
As if to mock the sight of day
The city’s lights are on display
Poisonous fumes fill the air
It’s becoming quite hard to bear
The constant stumbling of a drunk
Wanting only to be in his bunk
Underneath the saloon’s drape
Contemplating tonight’s escape
He leaves the safety of his seat
But rebellious, are his feet
For, the street’s corner is where he lies
Overcome by the city’s cries
Fleeing from this unbearable sound
He crawls along the dirty ground
Slowly reaching the building wall
Trying so hard not to fall
But atlas! The lights are spinning
The alcohol will soon be winning
Grasping his knees
He succumbs to disease
Eyes, watering up
Like an infant, he throws up
Not even God would contest
That this city gives no rest
Not to the weak nor the weary
Most, find this place quite eerie
Helped to his feet by stubbornness alone
The man begins trudging without even a moan
Destitute, broken, and constantly abusing
The city doesn’t mind; it finds it amusing
A man Helplessly wavering,
For this city, the moments worth savoring
He’s drunk and fumbling, it’s the middle of night
Without any will left, he concludes the fight
Unwilling, unable, to take anymore
His body collapses upon the pavement floor
He’s attempting fetal position
Crying and pleading, as if in submission
The man is closing his eyes
Thus confirming his own demise
The city’s response is loud and coarse
For the billboard above, reads “no remorse”