The room is quiet, save for the ticking
The ticking of a clock that won’t wait...

Concrete gravestones are shackles upon my soul
I’m trapped in this endless loop with nowhere to...

Twelve years ago on a day unknown
I fled the city where I had grown...

I was told that it was a beautiful day
However my mind offered no words to say...

Despair savages a defenseless heart
Previously weakened from months apart...

Desiring warmth of an old flame
All while being currently engaged...

Life is so simply complicated
Souls, bodies, minds; all mashed into one...

Frozen deep within that chest
Resides one broken heart...

Deep within the yard rests a shed
Tools strewn about after each use...

Struggling with the morning like always
I watch you stumble in the black...

Monotonous bodies meander on
Draped in black Armani business attire...

Sinister signatures left upon the walls
Accompanied by graffiti beyond these stalls...