With each step I am devoured
By the swerving treachery
Of concrete bedlam

She fumes the same
As I fondly recall
With the putrid scorn of survival

Her shrill songs
Prey upon youthful hearts
Stout, overflowing
With unwavering want

How I’ve long craved the cold
The pure exhilaration
Of my aimless travels

Where I may free-fall
With a grateful heart
Left to my whims
To cleave my own way
Through the pitiless dark