150 things I never said

#4: Help me

A city is coming.

The streets were the lies

that it told to every person

it touched.

weaving in and out  of

lives , truth, and hearts.

The streets were it's mouth

spewing out gooey black substance

that taints the heart of confidence 

of another.

The building 

were made of rusted shattered hearts.

Broken but it wore it as a throphy

Th Building it's body.

Letting the broken hearts

be worn as a armor.

fitting like a puzzle piece.

The people were it's 

eyes, ears, nose, and hands.

Looking in your eyes to seeyour

pain, regret and fear.

smelling your grief

and to grip your neck

and choke out the will to fight.

This city is called inner voices.

It's sole purpose to betray.

I was swallowed up by it.

Unable to cry out

Help me