Walking down the barrel of a loaded gun
without an end in sight.
Falling through the cracks of an empty street.
Can’t see the fucking light.
Eye of the law
is upon me.
Cold blood and broken glass
pump through me.
And every time I get my footing,
the streets shift again.
The way home is a dead end.
Crawling through a nightmare.
A rat inside a maze.
Waiting for a sun that will never come.
Glaring from the darkness
The city’s burning gaze.
The ache drags on but the night is young.