In This City

It rains on this city;
this city full of whimsical disguise.
These masks become their face,
their face an unhappy compromise.
These strangers walk right by.
Are they real or are they alone?
The silhouettes of love shown on the blinds,
lust playing the bigger part in that scene.
The unequivocal truth of loneliness rears it's head.
Transient women the only embrace known.
This city is crumbling at it's citizens feet;
The city trampled upon by the uncaring.
No god governs these people.
These animals run off of pure instinct.
Innocence stripped from the young,
the continuation of a viscous cycle.
Drowning in this city,
this city of poison dreams.